Summary:
Shima puts his spying talents to use and reveals Ambrosia's big secret. Rin finds he's okay with that, actually. Well, he will be. Amaimon gets his own shovel talk from the queen of shovel talks, herself, Shura. Rin is a huge tease for almost a solid hour of earth king torture and, in the end, nobody gets to relax.
Notes:
So, what I believe Rin does to Amaimon and Mephisto is induce the same urge humans get when they see something small and cute, like a kitten, and our lizard hind-brains can't handle it so we want to crush the thing that is causing the feeling to get rid of it (true fact, look it up). We don't, we just squeeze the poor creature in a hug and pretend to bite them until the urge passes (you can imagine what a demon's reaction would be) :D
(Amaimon has only had Rin for a day but if anything happened to him he'd kill everyone in the room and then himself)
Also, this was supposed to be an Amaimon chapter, seeing as Mephisto got his turn last chapter. Mephisto had other plans lololol And I was not planning on this chapter taking the turn into angst-ville hurt/comfort territory but there you have it :D
Man, Yukio's a bit of an s.o.b. (no offense to Yuri) huh :\ Somebody get that guy some therapy :\:\:\
Rin settled into his seat while he waited with the other exwires for Yukio to arrive for another day of cram classes.
At some point during the week, Shima must have talked with Bon and Konekomaru because they weren't ignoring him anymore and he sat with them in his usual spot. Things were almost back to normal amongst the group.
"Rin," Bon said as he leaned back in his seat to look over, cocking his head at him, "I hear Ambrosia's been terrorizing all the professors in her classes and sleeps through the rest of them."
"Everyone's talking about her." Izumo rolled her eyes at having to relay gossip, although the slight pinking of her cheeks made Rin think maybe she was more interested than she was letting on.
"Oh yeah," Rin said through a wide grin, resting his chin in his hands on the desk, "she's great. I don't even get yelled at in class anymore since they're too scared to say anything with her around. I can sleep without them bothering me now!"
"Hey! How're you supposed to learn anything if you're both sleeping in class, huh?"
He ignored Bon's complaints, back to daydreaming about a certain demon king.
A vacant smile pasted itself on Shima's face, taking the conversation in as he thought about the force of nature known as Ambrosia.
"You know," Shima began, leaning his cheek on his fist as everyone focused on him, "it's amazing how she stays so thin. It's gotta be a demon thing because every class I have with her she's going through entire bags of those suckers like they're, well, candy."
His grin turned deviant as he leered at Rin. "I think your girl's got an oral fixation, man. How does that translate in bed, hmm?"
How it translated? Rin glared at Shima. "How about none of your business?"
"Ehehe I'll just keep that thought to myself, then," Shima backtracked, waving his hands to pacify Rin.
"But it's kinda funny," he continued, apparently not having any real survival instincts to speak of as Rin narrowed his eyes further, daring him to keep talking. "It took me a while to place it, but she eats the same brand of cherry suckers that her good old demon dad does."
Rin froze, not sure he liked where the conversation was heading. "So what?"
"I couldn't help noticing she's also the same height as Amaimon, too," Shima said and smiled even wider, leaning back in his seat and turning his face to the ceiling in contemplation. "Same hair color, same eye color, same face shape, nose, lips, the way she walks-you get to noticing these things when your job is observing."
"They look more alike than you and your brother, and you guys are twins."
Horror welled in Rin's belly and his lips began to curl over his fangs with his dread as he realized Shima knew about Ambrosia and Amaimon somehow.
"Oh my god."
The exclamation made Rin flinch to look over at Konekomaru and felt his heart plummet into his stomach when he saw the dawning understanding in his eyes.
"Rin, he can't mean?"
"Mean what?" Shiemi looked lost, but she was the only one.
Say something, he had to say something. It was all unraveling so fast and he couldn't react. Rin opened his mouth to speak, seeing the shocked expressions on Izumo, Bon, and Koneko's faces as they each realized the same thing.
"Ambrosia really is pretty flat-chested for a girl, huh?" Shima pressed instead of coming right out with it. "But for a guy, I'd say she's exactly flat-chested enough."
Any explanation he might have come out with withered on the sound of the door opening, not that Rin even knew what he could say.
"Okay, everyone, I'm here. Sorry, I'm late."
Yukio blinked in confusion as he took in the stunned silence instead of the usual chorus of greetings he got.
"Ambrosia is Amaimon!"
Heart stopping, Rin jerked his head towards Bon at his exclamation, the truth blurted out right in front of the one person least likely to take it well.
"What?"
His eyes stayed on Yukio, ignoring Shiemi's puzzled outburst as Rin waited to see how he would react.
"Yukio, I-" Rin cut himself off as a cold gaze turned on him, shrinking back into his seat.
"He's right, isn't he?"
The icy question made Rin wince. He'd known Yukio wouldn't be happy.
"Rin!"
Yukio's angry shout jolted him, and he nodded, averting his eyes to avoid witnessing what his confirmation would do.
"I can't believe this," Yukio hissed, and Rin wanted to curl in on himself at the disgust in his voice. "Are you insane? He's the demon king of earth, a maniac without a leash. He attacked us for fun. Twice!"
The rest of his friends were silent in the face of Yukio's accusations and Rin had no idea what they could be thinking, finally giving in to the urge to curl up in his chair as if the physical action would protect him from further abuse.
"He's not like that," Rin found himself muttering into his chest, wishing he could come up with a better defense. But he'd always had problems confronting Yukio.
"If the Grigori find out you've been fraternizing with a demon king they may decide to lift the suspension on your execution," Yukio pointed out with bitter efficiency, ignoring the way Rin hid his head.
"You're going to stop seeing him."
Something in Rin snapped.
Or maybe that was the surface of the desk in his hands when he'd gripped it too hard.
Rin stood up, releasing the shattered pieces of the desk from his clawed hands and listening as the sound of them dropping to the ground echoed in the classroom.
Gasps came from the rest of the exwires and Rin turned hollow eyes down to his arms to see them lit by his blue flames.
He brought his gaze back up to meet his twin's and saw Yukio recoil at whatever he saw in the expression.
"Yeah, Ambrosia is Amaimon," Rin began, voice coming out frost-bitten despite the fire he was surrounded by, "and I don't really care that you think you've somehow got a say in whether I see him or not."
A glower took over Yukio's face as he came back to himself and snapped, "How can you not see how crazy it is? Did you forget what that demon did? To Konekomaru, to Bon and Shima?"
And, playing his trump card, "Did you forget what he did to Shiemi?"
Rin reared back, snarl bubbling, furious, to his lips at the way Yukio tried to use Shiemi to manipulate him as if he'd ever forget the realities of who and what Amaimon was.
"Yukio! Leave him alone!"
The sharp cry jerked Rin towards Shiemi, eyes widening as he took in her tears and the way she'd stood, hands gripped on her desk and expression imploring, to defend him against Yukio.
"You shouldn't say those things about Rin, or Ambrosia!"
Silence followed Shiemi's words, Yukio too stunned to answer and taken aback as she yelled.
"Can't you see how happy Rin's been? I've never seen him this way before," Shiemi gestured, flinging her hand towards Rin as she continued, "You're his brother. You should be happy for him too, not hurting him like this!"
"Shiemi-I didn't mean," Yukio trailed off, unable to respond in the face of Shiemi's emotional rebuke.
"Hey, I get what you're saying, teach'," Rin flinched again, this time at Bon as he spoke up, "Rin's not known for his intelligent decision making."
Bon narrowed his eyes down at Rin, crossing his arms as he came to a decision.
"But Shiemi's right, too. If Rin's happy then we've got to support him, no matter what."
"Who cares if he's dating Amaimon, anyway? Personally, he could be dating a rock and I wouldn't care. It's none of our business," Izumo sniffed, turning her nose up at the thought.
His flames dissipated in wisps of blue and Rin could only stand in frozen silence as his friends came to his defense, a trembling smile trying to come out.
A shaky breath came from Konekomaru, the last to speak up. "Amaimon is terrifying. And dangerous. And a demon-one of the eight kings of Gehenna, in fact."
"But Rin is the literal son of Satan and we're his friends."
He turned a bright smile on Rin, who felt his breath catch in his lungs as he waited for his final pronouncement. "If we can put up with Rin I don't see why Amaimon's got to be any different."
Bolstered back from the ledge he'd been about to go over, Rin finally turned back to Yukio, waiting to see how he would react now that he'd been backed into a corner.
"I'm just trying to protect him," Yukio stammered, unable to understand how the tables had turned.
Rin stalked up to him, though he didn't bother meeting his eyes, looking over his shoulder to the door as he spoke, voice hard, "If you care so much, take it up with Mephisto."
That said, he brushed past Yukio, knocking into his shoulder on the way by but stopping at the door to quirk a small smile at his friends. "Thanks for having my back, guys."
"Except you, Shima, you're a jerk."
The wounded exclamations from Shima followed Rin as he left the room, knowing he'd never be able to focus in class with how hurt and angry the fight with Yukio had made him feel.
He wanted to see Mephisto, Amaimon, too, if he could find him, wishing he had a way to contact him that he'd never thought to ask for before.
Direction decided on, Rin made his way towards Faust Manor, hoping Mephisto would be there, and if not, that he'd be able to hide in his bed until he didn't feel like crap.
Again, his mind repeated that he'd known Yukio would be upset, furious, actually. Yukio barely seemed to tolerate him these days, having gone back to his routine of skipping dinner to-as the excuse was this time-work on some secret exorcist training he wouldn't tell Rin anything about.
Rin found himself at the gated entrance to the long driveway up to Mephisto's place without noticing, blinking as he tried to remember the journey he'd taken to get there and finding he felt too tired to bother fighting through the haze.
A leap of the gate and another blink and Rin arrived at the door, knocking and waiting, listing to the side on dead feet.
The one who opened the door wasn't Mephisto and Rin stared up at the dark-haired demon, suited up like a butler, blank-faced in his surprise.
"Ah, Master Okumura, please come in. Sir Faust isn't here presently, however you're more than welcome to wait for him in the meantime."
Rin was led into the mansion, curiosity pushing through the haze as he realized he'd never actually seen the rest of Mephisto's home.
It was almost exactly what Rin had expected of the eccentric demon king. Oddities were perched on cluttered shelves right next to expensive-looking furniture and artwork in the massive rooms that worked like a maze and Rin knew that if he were to wander off he'd find himself lost in seconds.
"Would you prefer to wait in one of the guest rooms or perhaps the entertainment room?"
At the question, Rin shook his head, feeling his cheeks pink at the request he was about to make to the stranger.
"Could I go to his bedroom, actually?"
The demon very carefully didn't react to that, something Rin was eternally grateful for as they headed up to Mephisto's room.
He stood awkwardly to the side as the demon opened the door to let him in, gesturing with a spread arm. "Please, make yourself at home. I shall let him know when he returns that you are here."
Task accomplished,the demon turned to leave but paused as Rin called out, hesitant, "Thanks, uh."
"Belial, Master Okumura."
"Thanks, Belial," Rin finished, watching the way Belial cocked his head to consider him before leaving in silence.
Finally.
As soon as the door closed behind him and Rin was already stripping off his outer uniform and shoes until he was left in just his boxers.
Another second and he scrambled beneath the plush pink duvet covers on Mephisto's ridiculously comfortable bed, burrowing his head in the mounds of fabric and surrounding himself with the scent of the elder demon.
Rin realized he was shaking, then, unable to remember when he'd started but finding he was unable to stop now that he'd noticed.
Was Yukio right to be mad at him?
When was the last time he'd spent around Yukio that felt like it had any real meaning to it? That wasn't just the two of them going through the motions, pretending to be brothers but as close as strangers?
The tears started then, hot trails down his flushed face as he bit off any whimpers that might escape.
Was it the start of his year at the academy when he'd been teasing Yukio about being too serious, the way his twin organized his multiple pairs of glasses or had problems finding a way to tell his many admirers he wasn't interested but was too polite to manage?
When? Rin curled into a ball, knees clutched to his chest and tail wrapped tight around him in a poor mimicry of a hug to comfort himself as he realized he couldn't think of a time when Yukio hadn't been hiding from him.
From the moment Yukio had begun exorcist training with Shiro at seven years old, and even before that when he'd been able to see demons because of the temptaint he'd gotten from Rin in the womb, and never revealed either of those things, Yukio was cutting himself away.
A sob gasped out of Rin, clutching a clawed hand to his chest as if he could tear into his ribcage and remove his heart.
He winced as he found he'd accidentally dug his claws into his skin, the pain and scent of his own blood making everything seem worse somehow and he wished Mephisto would hurry up and get home.
Rin fell asleep to the thought, exhausted and hoping he'd wake up, all the revelations he'd just had forgotten, and that he could go back to thinking things were better than they were between him and Yukio.
"You've got a visitor, sir."
"Rin Okumura."
"He smelled…distressed."
"Yes, he's in your room."
He woke to a warm hand rubbing through his hair and sighed, pressing into the comforting motion, finally feeling the tension in his stomach unknot.
"I can smell your tears and blood, Rin. Is there someone I need to eviscerate, and do you have their name to make it easier to hunt them down? Or must I search them out on my own?"
Rin didn't answer, instead choosing to uncurl himself from the cramped ball he'd been in and wind his arms around Mephisto's waist, burying his head in his robed lap.
Settled into the position, he stayed like that, letting Mephisto's presence soothe him until he thought he might drop back off to sleep.
"They found out about Amaimon and me," Rin mumbled, the sound muffled from where he had his head hidden in the folds of fabric.
"Ah, I see."
"Yukio was so angry at me," Rin managed to force out, hunching his shoulders and feeling trembles returning to his body. "We fought. I left. I had to before I did something stupid. Like I always do."
An immediate answer didn't come. Instead, Rin found himself pulled up and adjusted, secure, in Mephisto's lap, his head brought to tuck into his neck.
His steady pulse brought a deep inhale from Rin, body shaking as new tears started to wet the material under his cheek. His tail wound itself around Mephisto's back where he was propped against the many pillows on the bed, needing to get as close as possible and finding nothing was close enough.
"Well, I can't eviscerate your brother, unfortunately," Mephisto commented, rubbing a hand over his back, "although I may have to lock Amaimon up to prevent him from making the attempt."
Rin let out a huff of air, the humor distracting him from his spiraling emotions.
"I just realized," Rin sighed, voice heavy and his eyes closing as he nuzzled further into Mephisto's neck, "I don't know anything about Yukio-if he even likes me at all. I think I spend more time with my friends now than I do with him. He's gone most days, so I only see him in class and in the mornings, and sometimes not even then."
"Your brother is rather repressed."
Understatement of the year, Rin snorted.
"I'm not sure there's any advice I can give you to handle him. He's very single-minded."
The probing statements from Mephisto moved Rin back to quirk a small smile at him, rubbing at his flushed cheek with his palm to wipe away another one of the tears that escaped. "That's okay. I didn't want advice. I just needed to be here."
He found his hand pulled away and Mephisto's tongue tracing along the tracks his tears had taken, cleaning his face.
Rin let him, eyes closing at the ministrations.
When Mephisto moved to his chest, Rin blinked his eyes open and realized he had five bloody patches over his heart where he'd gouged his claws earlier, wounds long healed but skin stained with dried blood.
"At least now I don't have to pretend with Amaimon anymore," Rin tried, brightening as the revelation came to him and smiling down at the head at his chest. "And besides Yukio, my friends didn't care, they're okay with it!"
Mephisto sat back up and brought Rin's hand to his mouth, cleaning the blood he'd gotten on his fingertips, too.
Shivers at the light sensation went through Rin, something about the way Mephisto traced his tapered tongue over the pads of his fingers and down to the sensitive skin between them making him flush.
"I wish I didn't have to pretend with you, either."
"It would certainly make my life easier," Mephisto said against his hand, pressing a kiss to the palm. "At the very least I would have the freedom to keep that grubby worm of an arc knight away from you."
Rin's hands drew to the purple hair that framed Mephisto's face, bringing him into a soft kiss.
It lasted until Mephisto broke away to study him, draconic green eyes luminous in the darkness of the room as Rin's pulse picked up.
"Ignoring the reason you ended up here in the first place, I find I enjoy coming home to discover you in my bed."
At the dark rumble that went through Mephisto, Rin flushed, realizing he was already almost naked, and he doubted Mephisto had anything on under his robe, either.
"If I could, I would never let you leave it."
And Rin was on his back, head against a pillow and pressed into the thick mattress by a clawed hand on his chest.
He grinned up at Mephisto, his furred tail moving up so that it brushed against his clothed back from where he straddled Rin.
"I knew it, you're definitely some kind of dragon," Rin teased, smile impish. "You wanna hoard me like one of your weird collections of otaku stuff."
"I'll have you know that those collections are all rare, limited additions, and worthy of being collected," Mephisto said in a sniff of affront.
"Much like yourself, actually," he continued, gaze covetous, as he let his eyes wander the way Rin's body splayed over the covers of his bed.
Rin let himself be coaxed into another kiss, shivering at the loose friction of the silk robe rubbing over his bare skin.
"If you say so," he sighed, relaxing into the covers as Mephisto drew his claws lightly down his neck and traced at his collarbones.
His tongue followed close behind, leaving wet trails to cool on Rin's skin in the air of the room.
He watched, eyes hooded as Mephisto made his meandering way over his body, teasing as he avoided moving where Rin really wanted him to.
The slow torture continued until Rin became a writhing mess on the bed, trying to arch up into Mephisto's mouth only to have him pull away, or hold his hips down to keep his touches just short of ticklish.
A litany of pleas left his lips, Rin barely aware of what he said as long as it convinced Mephisto to stop teasing, dammit!
Mephisto just licked at the jut of his hip bone, smiling like he didn't know exactly what he was doing.
Swallowing, Rin's throat went dry as his boxers were tugged down and his length released to Mephisto's heavy gaze, though he left his own robe on.
It directed Rin's attention to the fact that he'd let his own control slip, then, ears and fangs elongating, and knowing his eyes had taken on their slit-pupiled form by the way he could see things so much more clearly in the darkness of the room.
"Mephisto."
The way he'd growled his name got an arched brow from Mephisto, letting his pointed tongue loll out to hang centimeters away from Rin so he could feel warm breath brush over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
At the first touch of that tongue to his length, Rin gave a low groan, watching as it wound around him, Mephisto swallowing down until he was fully covered.
Rin realized he shared the same oral capabilities Amaimon had displayed and found himself heating, renewed determination to learn the technique hitting him, and it was the last coherent thought he had as Mephisto started sucking.
He lost himself to the feeling, hand coming down over Mephisto's head and trying to push up into his mouth only to find his hips being held down as the torture continued.
Understanding reached Rin as he felt how frustrated Amaimon must have been for the way he'd teased him during the festival.
His slow torture continued until Rin went back to begging, panting out Mephisto's name while he ignored him to apply just enough pressure to torment and not enough to come until Rin thought he might die there, held on the edge.
Glassy-eyed, Rin watched, meeting the smirking green ones holding his gaze as Mephisto opened his mouth to let Rin see the way his tongue wound around him, fangs bared in a playful threat over the delicate skin there.
Rin had enough.
A thought and his tail shot up to wrap around Mephisto's neck, squeezing there as he narrowed his eyes and growled again.
"Mephisto, stop teasing."
Instead of responding, Mephisto tilted his head back, letting Rin see the way his tail pressed his throat in as he increased the pressure around his neck, and a dark thrill ran through his body at the sight.
"The way you use that tail of yours is so…inventive," Mephisto said instead of complying with Rin's demand.
Rin squeezed harder, tracking how the action forced a gasp from Mephisto as his air was cut off with sudden interest.
When he tugged his tail towards his body, Mephisto followed suit, allowing himself to be led until Rin had his head back at his length.
"Stop. Teasing."
His command sent a shudder through Mephisto, panting without air as Rin still hadn't released his throat from his tail.
Finally, when his eyes began to glaze over, Rin loosened his noose, seeing dark bruises had formed around Mephisto's neck to replace the coils of his tail.
Mephisto gagged, heaving as air returned to his aching lungs and tears pricked at his eyes until his healing kicked in and the bruises started to fade. Rin narrowed his eyes, almost tightening his tail again to stop them from disappearing.
Once more, understanding reached him as he realized why Mephisto had been so taken with the bruises he'd sucked into his skin that day in his office.
"Such a demon you make," Mephisto gasped out, a vicious glee in his voice at what Rin had done to him.
Rin glowered at him for continuing to talk instead of act until Mephisto swallowed him down, answering his unspoken demand.
Finally.
He threw his head back as Mephisto stopped teasing and began sucking in earnest.
A moan came from around him and Rin looked to see Mephisto twisting his hips into the coils of his own tail in lieu of using his hands so he could focus on finishing Rin.
It added to the sensations running along his nerves with each long pull of Mephisto's mouth. Rin could feel himself moving into his throat through the loops of his tail still curled around the Mephisto's neck, could see the way those lips stretched around him with each thrust, and he came, then, feeling Mephisto swallow around him until he was spent, collapsing to the bed with a silent moan.
He kept his eyes on Mephisto, watching him bring himself off with his tail and shuddering above Rin when he finally came.
Panting, Rin un-wound his tail from Mephisto's throat, letting it drop to the bed in exhaustion. Mephisto crawled the last few feet to lay next to him, bringing his teeth to nibble at the tip of Rin's pointed ear as they both recovered.
"I believe I'll be using that technique on Amaimon the next time I see him."
The thought of that, delivered in a breathless voice next to his ear, brought a low moan from Rin and he turned his head to press his teeth to Mephisto's neck, tasting the salt of his skin.
"Not without me there, you're not," Rin grumbled, not wanting to miss out on seeing his two favorite demons together.
"He'll be displeased to know he missed out on the fun this time, to be sure." Mephisto smiled to imagine the irritation Amaimon would definitely feel once he heard.
They lay like that, enjoying the afterglow until Mephisto shifted, looking down at him. "I was going to offer your exwires this as a reward for all the recent troubles you've experienced. It seems you'll be needing the bonding time more than ever, now."
"Offer what?' Rin blinked up at him.
"Tickets to a rather nice bathhouse," Mephisto shrugged, "That brother of yours surely needs to relax."
"That's if Yukio even decides to go," Rin said, knowing the likelihood of Yukio actually going out with his friends to be slim-to-none.
"Ah," Mephisto said with a grin, pressing his nose to Rin's hair and inhaling as he ran a clawed hand through the mussed strands, "but if I give the tickets to Miss Kirigakure, who's nicely recovered from Lucifer's attack on the Grigori now, he'll have no choice but to attend. She won't let him hide."
"Hah!" Rin snickered, feeling vindicated. "Yeah, she'll kick his ass out of the house if she has to."
"Good, it's decided then." Mephisto settled further against him at his answer. "Why don't you go back to sleep. I imagine you'll be having an interesting day tomorrow at the bathhouse."
"I know I will," Rin responded, voice haughty, "because I'm going to bring Amaimon."
He tilted his head back to see how Mephisto liked his idea. By the toothy smile on Mephisto's face he figured his proposal had gone over pretty well.
"I may have to be a fly on that wall when you show up together. Tomorrow is looking very promising."
Rin slipped his tail over both their hips, letting the furred tip brush down the small of Mephisto's back. By the glint in his eyes it almost prompted another round, but Rin just nestled further into the bed and allowed himself to drift into a dreamless sleep, his worries finally chased away for the moment.
Rin awoke for the second time in Mephisto's bed to the mattress dipping and a warm body draping itself along his back. He smiled as, a second later, he was enveloped by the scent of petrichor and pine, turning in the bed so he could see Amaimon and finding himself faced with a sulking pout.
"Mephisto told me what happened."
"Sorry, Amaimon. I would have tried to go to you, but I don't exactly know how to contact you so Mephisto was my best option," Rin said, guessing at the reason for his mood.
Amaimon narrowed his eyes before digging into one of the pockets of his coat to drag out a pink cellphone that had been a gift from Mephisto he forced him to carry.
He dropped the phone next to where Rin's hand curled by his chest as Rin blinked.
"Add your number," Amaimon ordered, his blank face still somehow conveying his impatience.
His demand brought a beaming smile from Rin, quickly doing as ordered and handing the phone back.
"Hey, uh, where is Mephisto?" Rin realized to ask.
It was morning now, light streaming in through the wide veranda windows to reveal it was just Rin and Amaimon in the room.
Shrugging, Amaimon moved closer to pull Rin to his chest. "He left to go deliver something to his exorcists. I didn't pay attention."
That perked Rin up. "We're going to the bathhouses today!"
"You're coming with, right?" He turned imploring eyes on Amaimon.
Amaimon frowned against his hair, tightening his arms around Rin as he considered the request.
"Your humans are going to be there, aren't they?"
Instead of answering, Rin shoved at Amaimon until he was on his back, moving until he straddled him and grinning at the interest that flashed through his eyes. "They figured out who Ambrosia really was. I don't have to hide you anymore."
So they had. Amaimon's interest sharpened, seeing as Rin was still fully naked except his black-furred tail wagging in the air. He tracked its movement with his eyes until Rin leaned down, pressing his hands into the pillow on either side of Amaimon's head and catching his gaze with his.
"It'll be fun. Trust me," Rin said, smile playful as he hinted at something Amaimon couldn't guess at.
The door opened before Amaimon could answer.
"Well, isn't this a lovely sight."
Rin sat back up, smiling over his shoulder as Mephisto closed the door and leaned against it, taking in the scene before him.
"Mephisto! Did you give them the tickets? When are we going?"
"It's as I suspected," Mephisto began, walking over to the bed with a smug smile on his face. "Miss Kirigakure gave your brother little say in the matter and has contacted all the exwires to let them know to meet in half an hour."
The confirmation brightened Rin even further, and his tail began to wag harder in excitement. Amaimon wanted to grab it.
"I used to go all the time as a kid. I can't wait!"
He blinked as Amaimon shifted to push himself up, finding his usual blank expression in place, and hesitated, asking again, "You're going with me, right, Amaimon?"
"They won't turn the water into holy water, will they?"
Rin snickered, leaning his forehead down to rest on Amaimon's chest. "That would really suck. I don't think so though."
They would have to see. Amaimon never put it past humans to go back on their word, not after the years seeing it first-hand. Still, Amaimon settled his arms around Rin's back and shrugged.
"I'll go."
"Yes!" Rin cheered, rubbing his cheek against Amaimon's with an affectionate purr and returning his embrace.
Before Amaimon could do anything else, Rin disengaged, hopping off his lap and out of the bed with a little wobble as he almost tangled himself in the sheets.
"I'm gonna go get ready!" Rin ignored Amaimon's pout and searched until he found where his clothes had been folded, grabbed them, and ran off to the bathroom.
Amaimon twitched his now empty clawed hands, shooting a glare over at Mephisto as he poorly hid a laugh behind a cough.
"You interrupted us."
"The early bird gets the worm, as the humans say, Amaimon," Mephisto smirked, mocking as he took in Amaimon's irritation. "You should have gotten here sooner. He was beautiful."
"I don't like human sayings," Amaimon glared, "and I don't like humans, especially exorcists."
The statement just brought a sneer from Mephisto down at him from where he stood at the corner of the bed, crossing and tapping a pointed black claw against his arms. "You'll be seeing quite a few of them soon."
He didn't like where Mephisto was going with that.
"I hope you'll be able to manage with so many in the same room as our dear, vulnerable Rin, who'll be in a state of complete undress."
Each word hit Amaimon like a spear through the chest, and his eyes widened even as Mephisto's narrowed with his spreading grin.
"No doubt he'll have his tail out and on display for all to see. He's got quite the inventive streak, so he may or may not even realize what he's doing to you."
Dawning horror at what he'd just gotten himself into filled Amaimon as he jerked a frantic look back at the bathroom Rin had disappeared into before returning to glowering at the smug expression Mephisto wore.
"How long will it be?" he hissed, clenching his claws in the sheets as he tried to resist the urge to strangle Mephisto.
Mephisto hemmed and hawed, head tilted in exaggerated contemplation until Amaimon's rising growl prompted an answer, "Oh these things can go all day-that is the pass I got them, you see. But I doubt they'll stay that long. Perhaps two hours?"
"You've tricked me into two hours of torture!" Amaimon was growling loudly now, imagining the suffering he was walking into.
The bathroom door opened and Rin bounded out, freshly showered and smiling with unfiltered joy, unknowing what he'd just disturbed.
His heart plummeted, Amaimon knowing he'd be unable to back out now without hurting Rin-he'd rather tear off his own tail, actually-and began, instead, to gather his defenses in preparation at what was ahead.
One thing was certain. Amaimon was going to kill Mephisto.
Later, he decided, staring into gleeful green eyes and gritting his teeth as he got out of the bed. He made sure to let the fastidious demon see him get his dirty shoes all over the covers and smiled at the aggravated twitch he got in return.
Rin was oblivious to all of this.
He wanted to devour Rin to get rid of the ridiculous feelings welling up in his chest at the sight of him pulling Mephisto down by the long strands of his hair that framed his face for a sweet kiss.
Amaimon frowned, chewing at his clawed thumb. Where was his?
As if summoned, Rin appeared in front of him and Amaimon accepted his own kiss, vindicated.
Sending a narrowed-eyed look to Mephisto, Amaimon deepened the kiss until he had Rin panting and glazed-eyed in his arms with parted, spit-slicked lips Amaimon drew his tongue across to send a shiver through his body.
There, that would do it. He smirked up at Mephisto when he decided he'd taunted him enough. Not, of course, that it made up for what he was about to head into but at least he felt better for the moment.
The fanged smile pasted on Mephisto's face that promised pain later was worth it as Rin recovered, a pretty blush staining his cheeks and grinning up at Amaimon with an adoration that he could get used to.
Maybe they wouldn't have to go? Amaimon turned hopeful eyes on Rin, wondering if he could distract him enough to forget the bathhouse. But the half-demon had already escaped him.
"Thanks, Mephisto," Rin called out, dashing Amaimon's hopes as he ran to the door and smiling back at him when he didn't move fast enough, "come on, Amaimon, we're gonna be late!"
"Have fun, you two!" Mephisto said, voice cheerful.
Amaimon hid a sigh and shoved his hands in his pockets to follow Rin out the door, brushing past Mephisto on the way.
A clawed hand at his nape stopped him in an iron grip and he froze.
"Do take care not to kill any of those exorcists, Amaimon," Mephisto breathed against his ear, sending a thrill down his spine at the danger in his voice. "Rin would be very upset with you."
He nodded his understanding, not knowing what the punishment for upsetting Rin would be but suspecting it would be the worst he'd ever felt from Mephisto.
"Good."
Before he could react, he found himself pulled into a rough, possessive kiss that left him breathless when he was released and shoved unceremoniously towards the door.
Annoying. Amaimon shot one more scowl, rubbing at his lips, at Mephisto before catching up to Rin and exiting the mansion to head to the bathhouse where the humans would be waiting.
Something of his reluctance must have shown in his body language because Rin began looking at him with a slight frown, eyebrows drawn in concern.
"Hey, I won't let them bother you, you know," he started, intertwining his hand with Amaimon's and bringing it up to toy with his clawed fingers. "They really were ready to get to know you when they found out. And I'm sure they talked to Yukio after I left so he shouldn't bother you either."
Amaimon tightened his grip, trying to hide the tension he was feeling from Rin. "I don't trust exorcists."
His statement just made Rin laugh, shaking his head in self-deprecation and rubbing his thumb over the back of Amaimon's hand. "Yeah, I didn't trust them in the beginning either. But so far they've proven themselves to me. Just give them the chance to prove themselves to you. Okay? And if they don't, then that's okay, too. As long as everyone tries."
"Except Shima. The spy. Don't trust him," Rin added, glaring as he thought about the traitorous human in their ranks.
A snort and Amaimon nosed against Rin's hair as they neared the bathhouse coming up at the end of the road. "Trust one of Mephisto's spies? Never."
And there was the waiting group of humans, standing and chatting as they waited for Rin's arrival before heading inside.
He watched them freeze in the distance as they recognized Rin wasn't alone, a few of them closing ranks as if preparing to defend themselves. Amaimon almost gave them a reason to before he looked and saw Rin's nervous smile, clearly trying to put up a brave front, and calmed himself.
If only for Rin's sake, he'd try to get along. Or, at the very least, avoid killing anyone to avoid Mephisto's punishment.
Then Rin tensed and Amaimon looked up to see what could have caused the reaction, narrowing his eyes as he wondered if he'd get to kill something or someone after all.
"Uh oh," Rin muttered, eyes fixed on the red-haired female exorcist shooting a dagger-filled smile straight at Amaimon, "I forgot Shura never got introduced to you as Ambrosia and I never told her about us dating. Yukio must have filled her in and I'm pretty sure it wasn't nice."
It was too late to back out, they'd reached the group.
Amaimon sent them a dead-eyed stare, hoping they wouldn't make things difficult. He tightened his grip on Rin's hand, pulling it towards him, and saw the humans' eyes lock onto the movement as if in sync.
That seemed to be the catalyst needed to start things off.
"Rin! You're finally here, kid!" That red-headed exorcist cheered, though Amaimon could see the grin hid teeth as she glared him down from where she stood next to Rin's human twin.
"Here's the tickets. Why don't you head inside with your friends, I gotta have a little chat with Amaimon here so we can straighten some things out, and then we'll join you."
He hissed under his breath as the woman's arm came around Rin's shoulder and she led him away into the waiting group of humans watching the proceedings with wary eyes. He almost didn't let Rin's hand go, but, seeing Rin's anxious smile at him made him after one last tight squeeze, hoping to get this encounter over with as soon as possible.
The hatred in the human twin's eyes as he turned to follow the others inside made Amaimon's hackles raise, wishing he could answer the brat's challenge but knowing he was another untouchable piece in Mephisto's and Lucifer's plans.
There wasn't a chance to respond anyways as the woman stepped in front of him, blocking his view, arms crossed over her ample, scantily clad chest, though there was nothing seductive about the look she gave.
"You've got some nerve."
Amaimon growled, flexing his claws, but kept them at his side, trying for a calm he didn't feel. "I don't have to answer to you."
"No, I guess you don't." She narrowed her lavender-colored eyes, the striking hue accented by the hard way she examined him, and he remembered, then, having faced the brunt of one of her powerful attacks in the forest.
She was one of the more troublesome exorcists his brother had.
"Let's just make one thing clear, then."
A sword wound up at Amaimon's throat, snarl rising through his chest and his lips pulling back over his fangs in surprise at the bluntness of the attack.
"I don't know how you weaseled your way into his heart," Amaimon froze as the blade drew a line of blood from his neck, "but I'll be watching you. And if you make one wrong move, I don't care if you're the seventh or the first of the demon kings of Gehenna. I'll kill you."
She quirked a cruel smile at him, pushing her sword further to emphasize her point before pulling back and flicking the blade to remove his blood.
Blood trailed from the wound as Amaimon brushed his finger across the line where it healed, bringing it up to lick it away and eyeing the woman in contemplation of her words.
Already, she turned to walk away, a bold move considering who she'd just attacked.
"What's your name."
His question stopped her, cocking her head back at him over her shoulder with her own considering look before she quirked a wry smile.
"It's Shura Kirigakure. Nice to officially meet you, Amaimon."
Amaimon nodded and followed her in, the humid scents of the bathhouse hitting his nose as he searched out one particular scent.
They turned a corner and there was Rin standing at the edge of his group of humans. Amaimon could see the way he tried to hide his tension and heared the exaggeration in his laugh at something someone had said.
At their arrival, Rin turned around first, nose flaring as he must have scented them out, and Amaimon could see the obvious relief on his face.
"Okay, guys," Shura announced, stretching her arms over her head and rolling her shoulders, "who's ready to get our relaxing on?"
He ignored her and attached himself to Rin's side, feeling his own knot of tension ease at having Rin nearby.
By the shaky smile Rin gave, the feeling was reciprocated. A frown replaced it, then, and Amaimon narrowed his eyes, wondering what the problem was.
"Shura!" Rin hissed, hand reaching up to tug Amaimon's collar down to expose his neck. "Did you cut him?"
Shura shrugged, cocking a hand on her hip as she surveyed Rin's glare. "We reached an understanding, kid. No reason to get fussy about it."
The response turned Rin's frown into a scowl and Amaimon tilted his head back as Rin brought a thumb up to swipe away the rest of the blood on his neck that he'd missed, bringing it to his mouth to suck it away without thinking.
"Ew, Rin, did you just lick his blood?"
Amaimon shot a withering glare over to the human who'd spoken, the one with the ridiculous dyed-blonde mohawk he vaguely remembered as being polite at the festival.
"Er," Rin swallowed, flushing as he realized what he'd done. Not that Amaimon knew what the big deal was.
"Okay, kids," Shura clapped her hands, getting their attention, for which Amaimon was surprised to find himself grateful, "now's not the time for figuring out weird demon quirks, now's the time for getting into the nice hot water. Come on, ladies with me, fellas, head that way."
"Oh thank god," Amaimon heard Rin mutter. Strange for a demon to say and yet another one of those human habits he hadn't broken yet.
The human twin led the group and presented their tickets without looking once at Amaimon, maintaining an icy air of politeness while still ignoring the earth king. Amaimon was perfectly fine with that, content to walk beside Rin and glare holes into the back of the spy ahead of them, enjoying the way he shivered in fear.
"You are okay, right, Amaimon?"
Glancing at Rin, Amaimon found him looking with worried eyes and sighed, letting a small smile form on his face before he leaned to leave a kiss on his head. "We reached an understanding, as she said."
Worried melted from Rin and he grinned as they entered the changing rooms.
That was when the torture actually started.
His heart plummeted as the humans and Rin started stripping, setting their clothes in lockers without a thought. And there was Rin's tail, out on display, swaying with gentle movements as the oblivious tease of a demon grabbed a towel and didn't even use it leaving it draped over his shoulder instead.
Amaimon could have cried in frustration as Rin just smiled, clueless, at him from the entrance to the heated pools.
"It's okay, Amaimon. You can wear a towel if you want. I'll be out in the pool area when you're ready."
And then Rin left and Amaimon let out a hiss of breath, once again cursing Mephisto, as he grabbed two towels and forced himself to undress as quickly as possible. He could have expended energy to conceal his tail, but Mephisto had said it would be two hours, and he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd hid.
The damn towels were barely big enough to cover anything and he had to wind his tail up in a tight, uncomfortable loop around his hips so he could cover it fully.
But it would have to do.
Exiting the changing room brought a new wave of frustration and Amaimon may have let out a whimper.
Because there Rin stood, body caressed by the clouds of steam rising from the bath waters beneath that just licked at the juts of his hipbones. His tail danced over the surface of the heated pool, long, ink-black fur at the end rippling like fire in the slow currents.
The unknowing tease turned in the water, body glistening as drops sluiced down his taut stomach and tapered waist and grinning over at Amaimon when he noticed his presence.
Amaimon forced himself to move towards the source of his pain.
"Isn't this great?"
Dimples. Rin's smile had dimples. Amaimon wanted to bite them to show how he was feeling because he didn't know how he should answer that question.
Damn Mephisto.
"What are you supposed to do here?" he asked instead, chewing at his thumbnail as he noticed the still wary way the other humans were watching the exchange.
"Hmm? You just relax in the water." Rin smiled, cocking his head before he gestured behind him to another pool with a large slide beside it. "Or you can go down the slide, that's awesome, too. Wanna go?"
Water rushing down the slide when Amaimon looked. Then he tried to imagine how he'd keep his tail hidden while on it and couldn't, shaking his head and sinking down in the water up to his nose to 'relax' as Rin suggested, hiding a pout under the surface.
"Okay, I'm gonna head over. I'll be back in a bit!"
And Rin was off, tail trailing behind him and sending tiny droplets of water to hit Amaimon's face and Amaimon was going to die before the two hours were over.
Yes. There Rin went, heading towards the slide and taking the last of Amaimon's sanity with him as he lightly splashed at the water with his tail. It arched behind him, water running down the length of it to leave the soft black fur shining in the light and Amaimon wanted to follow that water with his tongue.
He sunk lower into the pool until he'd covered his nose, letting out a burst of bubbles as he sighed in agony.
Amaimon stewed in his own misery for another minute before he realized he wasn't alone.
"Uh, hey, uh, Amaimon."
The human who'd spoken flinched as Amaimon lifted his head and turned his attention at hearing his name, arching a brow as he wondered what he could possibly want from him and when he would leave.
It was the mohawked human from before.
On the far end of the pool sat the twin, pretending to relax and still ignoring Amaimon, and the spy was at the far wall that separated them from where he assumed the human females were, judging by the sounds and smells he caught from that side.
Trailing behind the human who'd approached him was the bald one who carried a distracting level of anxiety that made Amaimon want to shove his nose back under the water as his predatory instincts tried to tell him to kill the easy prey.
"Stop being anxious, it's annoying," he ordered, hoping that would solve things.
The bald one only flinched and Amaimon sighed. At least Rin was enjoying himself, his laughter as he went down the slides soothing Amaimon's rattled nerves so the urge to climb the walls was reduced to simmering instead of immediate.
"Hey, you're the one who broke his arm last time you saw him." The human crossed his arms, eyes narrowed. "I think it makes sense to be a little cautious."
"I wanted to play with Rin," Amaimon explained. Although, his eyes drooped, given how everything had started with Rin not understanding what he meant by 'play' he realized he'd probably be explaining himself further to these humans.
"Yeah, we got that now," the human said, voice doing its best to imitate a demon's growl and failing.
"I didn't know Rin was so naïve to his demonic nature then," Amaimon tried. "I thought he understood what I meant by play. He knows now."
"So, you weren't trying to kill him that time in the forest?"
Amaimon turned his attention back to the bald one, who'd gathered the courage to speak to him, it seemed.
"No," he offered, then added what he thought might help, "or the rest of you. Including Shiemi."
"Hey! Why do you know her name and not ours?"
Another stupid question from the mohawked one. Amaimon glared as he clarified, hating having to explain his thought process. Why was this such a difficult concept to grasp for humans? "She is Rin's good friend. He cares for her, so I remember her name."
And she got the human twin under control, Amaimon added to himself. He'd enjoyed the way she'd shut the condescending brat down and defended Rin that night at the festival. It also didn't hurt that she sometimes brought him, or rather Ambrosia, candy during the classes they shared.
"Hey, we're his good friends too, okay? I'm Ryuji 'Bon' Suguro and this is Miwa Konekomaru, though you can call him Koneko for short, so remember it this time."
Amaimon sighed again, realizing he'd have to if he was going to spend time with Rin, and he was definitely going to spend time with Rin, whether his human friends liked it or not.
"Okay."
"Cool, we'll let you enjoy the bathhouse, then. Nice talkin' with you, Amaimon."
He sank back into the water, eyes searching to see where Rin had gone off to, only to find him by the spy, the sight making him growl into the water, not liking Rin being anywhere near someone who'd trade his life to the highest bidder.
That was when he sensed the demonic presence that appeared in the bathhouse. Right over the heads of an unsuspecting Rin and the spy.
Before he knew it, Amaimon was up and running, startling the humans around him as a snarl left his throat.
The spy was already under the thrall of the demons, spouting something inane about wanting to see the breasts of the human females on the other side of the bath and making to climb the wall.
Rin shouted at the spy to get down, not realizing what was happening, but turned, shocked, as he noticed Amaimon coming towards him.
Then Amaimon watched as Rin fell to the thrall of the demons and he was greeted by a hazy smile, Rin's inhibitions leaving him as he began to tell the truth.
"Amaimon! I'm so happy you're here."
He found his arms full of an incredibly distracting ball of squirming Rin, fighting down the urge to respond in kind, especially when his tail wound itself around his leg, running up under his towel to find his own tail as if to coax it out of hiding from his waist.
"Hey, get your hands off him, we're in public!"
That damned twin, once again assuming things about Amaimon that had him snapping a glare his way.
"Mine," Rin moaned as he happily ignored his outraged brother to begin sucking bruises into Amaimon's neck, tracing his tongue between them and repeating the task every time the bruises healed as if determined to make them permanent.
"Are you blind?" Amaimon gasped, neck arching back and eyes shuttering as Rin bit into his shoulder, licking at the blood he'd drawn.
The effort it took not to react to the bite was monumental.
"He and that spy are under a demonic thrall. Look up, they're on the wall," he explained, voice a rough groan through suddenly elongated fangs caused by the way Rin had begun laving his tongue at his throat.
"He's right, those are truth demons!"
Amaimon was never so thankful for the bald one-Konekomaru-for not being as useless as the other humans.
"Mmm, Amaimon, play with me," Rin whined in his arms, nuzzling against his neck, leg shoving between his and bare hips grinding against him with only Amaimon's towel between them and not helping at all!
The twin looked like he was about to go apocalyptic, torn between attacking Amaimon or attacking the demons causing the whole mess and clearly wanting to do both.
"Teach' we gotta get those demons before I'm traumatized for life," Bon yelped, arm across his eyes as Rin got even more handsy. He'd begun running his claws along the edges of Amaimon's towel, reaching down the back of it and grabbing at his tail.
He had to fight off the long moan that tried to escape his mouth, body trembling and knees weakening until it was him being held up and not the other way when Rin's claws traced the small of his back just over where his spine turned into his tail.
"Amaimon why won't you play with me?" Rin whined again, tears rising in his eyes and lips wobbling until an idea seemed to hit him.
"It's okay if you don't want to right now." He pouted, pressing a kiss to Amaimon's cheek before pulling back and smiling up at him, announcing, "I'll just go and play with-mmf!"
Amaimon ignored the cries of horror coming from the humans as he cut Rin off with his mouth in a rough kiss to keep him from mentioning Mephisto.
This had to end before Rin revealed things he would regret once he escaped the thrall. That brother of his and his friends had broken from chasing the demons around the pool area to shriek at them for kissing, showing, once again, how useless they were.
So, keeping Rin distracted with a tongue in his mouth, Amaimon lifted his hand and snapped watching the three truth demons explode in a mass of blood and bone over the heads of the humans beneath them and onto the floor, leaving a deafening silence in their wake.
He felt the moment Rin came back to himself, freezing in his arms and squeaking into his mouth, muffled by the tongue he had twined with Amaimon's.
Rin pulled back, trailing a line of saliva between their lips and face erupting in a reddening blush that he proceeded to hide against Amaimon's chest so he didn't have to face what had just happened.
"Oh my god, kill me."
Amaimon just tucked his face further into his chest with a hand on his head, looking around to survey the damage.
The three blood-covered humans were still standing, stunned, over by the wall and that just left the spy who was…
"Holy shit, Rin, get it!"
There.
His growl echoed in the silent chamber over the muffling sounds of the water as he pinned a glare on the spy who'd also recovered from the thrall but was somehow just as annoying as before.
"Eaugh! Oh my god, I'm covered in blood," Bon gagged, dancing on tiptoes and shaking his arms as he tried to get the gore off of him and only spread it further.
"I need to wash this off, oh man this is so nasty," Konekomaru said with a groan, shuddering as he looked down at his body.
"Couldn't you have killed them somewhere else?"
Amaimon scowled over at the ungrateful twin. "No."
The twin just narrowed his eyes, sneering, "Of course not. I'm going to shower this mess off, please let go of Rin and make yourselves appropriate by the time I'm back."
That just made Amaimon tighten his arms around Rin. How dare that human tell him what to do.
He'd been about to snap away the mess but decided against it as he realized it would get the others out of the pool area so he could deal with Rin, who'd started shivering against him at the humiliation.
Three gore-covered humans left, trailing bloody footprints behind them on the wet floor.
Then it was just the spy who hadn't gotten the hint.
"Get out," Amaimon hissed, baring his fangs when the spy just gave him a wide smile.
"Ha, sorry, sorry," he rubbed at his wet hair, sheepish, "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone then. Don't have too much fun!"
They were alone, then, and Amaimon leaped over, clutching Rin to his chest, to where Rin had left his towel by the slide.
He pulled the towel over his shaking shoulders, rubbing at his back to try to calm him until he felt Rin's heartbeat steady.
"What just happened?"
Amaimon glanced down at the whimpered question. "Truth demons. You and the spy were affected. I killed it before you revealed anything about Mephisto."
His answer brought a groan from Rin. "This was supposed to be a fun, relaxing day. Now I just wanna curl up and sleep for a month until I forget this happened."
That sounded promising to Amaimon.
"Can we go now?"
"Oh god yes, get me out of here," Rin said as he stuck his face in his hands, pressing his palms into his eyes.
Perfect. Amaimon nodded and snapped his fingers, their clothes piling near them on the wet tiles, while another snap brought them back to Mephisto's bedroom, not wanting to waste time with doing things the long way.
When they arrived, it was to find Mephisto missing and Amaimon frowned, untying the annoying towels from his waist to drop them to the floor, glad to be done with them as he stretched out his cramped tail. He'd hoped Mephisto would be there so he could yell at him about what a distracting tease Rin was and how he was never going to the bathhouse again, dammit.
Oh well. Amaimon turned and pounced on the unsuspecting brat, tossing him to land with a gasp on the bed before appearing to straddle his bare hips.
"Amaimon!"
He swallowed the protest in an open-mouthed kiss, already grinding down on the hips beneath his.
"Ah! Amai-"
"Never again," Amaimon hissed against the parted lips, tugging Rin's head back by his hair so he could run fangs down his throat the way he'd had done to him earlier.
"Wha?"
Amaimon glared into that tempting face, fighting the rising urge to utterly consume Rin and biting at his collarbone instead.
"You had no idea what you were doing to me, did you?"
A squeak came from at the feeling, or possibly the question, though he rose to meet Amaimon anyways prompting a satisfied rumble for his response.
"Doing what?"
Doing what, he asked? Amaimon shoved a knee between Rin's thighs, hoping it would jog his memories of what he'd just subjected him to at the bathhouse.
"Teasing," Amaimon said, glaring as he punctuated his words by gripping Rin's hips and pressing him to his leg with each detail he added, "with your tail. At the bathhouse."
Awareness entered Rin's eyes. Then he surprised Amaimon with a small, wicked quirk of his lips that had him completely reassessing his previous thoughts about Rin's naivety.
"Ah, I didn't know it would be that bad for you," the devious little nephilim revealed, watching Amaimon with lidded eyes and that impish smile still on his face. "I couldn't tell if I was doing it right or if you even noticed. I'm glad you did."
He groaned, dropping his head to Rin's chest as he realized Mephisto had been spot-on about the possibility that Rin knew exactly what he was doing when he teased.
"I wish Mephisto had been there to see it too."
Amaimon shuddered at the innocence of that statement, imagining what the effect Rin's teasing would have had on Mephisto and knowing he didn't know what he was asking for.
Well, he had his answer. Amaimon raised his eyes, chin resting on Rin's chest as he considered what the cost of such actions towards him would be.
"I'm going to fuck you now."
Rin had a moment for his statement to register before Amaimon had him flipped onto his stomach, hips tugged into the air and lashing tail caught in a clawed grip.
Before he had a chance to do anything, Amaimon was already preparing him, ignoring the surprised moan that escaped Rin's mouth to focus on his task.
He kept the writhing body where he wanted it with one hand on Rin's tail, not allowing him to move as he searched out the sensitive point inside.
By the unrestrained cry that came out of Rin's mouth after a moment, he'd found it, rubbing there until the little demon was sobbing into the pillows, still unable to move as he wanted. Amaimon drew out his torture, bringing Rin to the edge and then letting him hang there until he came back from it and Amaimon began the whole process over again.
"Ahh!" Rin cried out, leaking into the sheets beneath him, mind gone to the pleasure Amaimon wrung out with each deliberate press of fingers, when he finally took pity on him and buried himself in the tight heat of those raised hips.
The first thrust sank deep and Rin let out a delicious mewl, arching back onto him, legs spreading further apart to give Amaimon as much access as he could.
Hissing escaped Amaimon as he settled and found his arm captured in the coils of Rin's tail, the length attaching itself to him instinctually in an effort to bring him closer.
He didn't hesitate any longer, pushing Rin down into the mattress as he fucked into him and delighting in the overwhelmed expression and mindless sounds each thrust elicited from that sweet face.
His claws left red lines in Rin's hips where he held him while he pulled rough strokes along the trapped tail, the cries each pass drew from Rin a heady pulse along his senses that only made him slam all the harder into the half-demon.
Amaimon whipped his own tail around, bringing it to Rin's open mouth and pushing inside until he was forced to start sucking, sending sparks across his already frayed nerves at the artless form.
Already wound up from the teasing, his release hit him like a tidal wave and he curled forward to latch his teeth into Rin's shoulder, the taste of his blood making him snarl into the torn skin as he reached down, helping Rin find his own completion until he came with a muffled shout around his tail.
Shivers joined his panting, Amaimon still feeling like he wasn't getting enough air as he slid his tail out of Rin's mouth to allow him to breathe again.
He almost decided to just collapse where he was but, seeing Rin's flushed cheeks and bruised lips made him pull out and slump to the side so he could lick at his mouth, swallowing the gasped breaths that tried to escape.
The dazed look in Rin's eyes slowly faded as he came down from the edge while Amaimon watched, satisfied he'd gotten his retribution for what he'd put him through that day.
"Will you tease like that again?" he prompted when it looked like Rin would be able to comprehend his words.
Rin surprised him with a sharp, fang-filled grin, his blue eyes slit-pupiled and demonic as they bore into his gaze. "Hell yeah."
His eyes narrowed, Amaimon not sure if he was okay with knowing he would be continuing his torment, or not.
But…
"Good."
Amaimon twined their tails together over their hips, settling into the covers to enjoy the rest of the day with Rin until Mephisto returned so he could see if he could get his compensation from him, too.
With the proper amount of payback, he thought it might be worth it, in the end.
End Notes:
Ho-ho-holy shit, once again, you guys.
This chapter is 32 pages D:D:D: It was supposed to be a short chapter. I was wrong, horribly wrong.
I suppose I could have broken it into two chapters but I didn't want to bring the end chapter count past ten because I like even numbers and an eleven chapter fic would bother me to no end :D
Once again, forgive any unsightly errors, I'll be going through obsessively until I've corrected what I can and what I can't will just haunt me to the grave :D
Hope you guys liked this one!