Mesphito X Amaimon *LEMON*

Part 3

Mephisto awoke the next morning feeling unusually hot. For a minute he thought it was because of the mating season but then realized it was only the second day, he couldn't possibly be this hot already. Plus the heat was mostly on his front instead of his whole body. He reluctantly opened his eyes and blinked rapidly to adjust to the sudden light. Now that he was more awake, he realized he was holding something rather tightly, and that he himself was being squeezed to death. What in the world..? He wondered, glancing down to see what the problem was. He instantly regretted letting Amaimon sleep with him. Oh, for the love of Satan, how did this happen? Actually, I don't want to know. But if he drooled on me I swear I'll kill him.

Not sure what to do, he carefully unwrapped his arms from Amaimon's body, making a face of horror as his brother squeezed him tighter. In their position it was nearly impossible to escape. Amaimon had his arms firmly secured around Mephisto's waist and showed no signs of letting go, plus their legs were tangled together and the green haired demon had his face buried in Mephisto's neck. He tried pushing himself away but couldn't even move an inch.

"Amaimon, wake up." He growled, shaking his brother in hopes of waking him. Not surprisingly, the younger demon didn't wake up. Mephisto made a pained noise as he was squeezed tighter, wondering if his brother was trying to kill him.

"You little brat, wake up right now or I'll- ah!" He made a sound of surprise as something wet slid up his neck, and for a split second thought it was drool. But when he felt a sharp pain on the same wet spot he completely forgot about whatever he was going to say and a sense of dread washed over him.

Did he just..lick me? And then bite me?! Oh no, no no no. This isn't happening!

His attempts to break free became more panicked and he began punching his brother, kicking his legs wildly in hopes of waking the apparent deep sleeper. It seemed as though moving made it worse since Amaimon was now just sucking on his neck. Mephisto wondered if this was just a nightmare. Amaimon would never even think about doing this, even if he was sleeping. But then again, he has been acting out of character. I suppose he can't help it. But still, he can't use me!

"Amaimon, I mean it, stop this at once!" He tried again, getting an even worse response. One of Amaimon's hands reached up and grabbed a fistful of his purple hair, yanking it so he could reach more of Mephisto's neck. To top it all of his little brother was now rubbing himself against Mephisto's body, and there was a distinct hardness pressing against his leg.

"Are you humping me?!" He shrieked, ignoring the odd feeling in his stomach. "What are you, a dog?!"

Just as he was about to stop time and escape-which he belatedly realized he should have done in the first place- a very strong scent flooded his nose, one that made him freeze. The smell made his body heat up and his heart beat faster, and he felt all rational thought slowly slip away. This smell..can it be? He didn't want to believe it, it was still so early, and there was nothing else in the world that smelled like this. He remembered what Satan had told him the day he was old enough to experience the season.

"You may not feel anything the first two days, but by the third you'll start to feel warm inside, like you have a fever. The fourth day it will get worse, and then the fifth day it will be unbearable. The desire to mate will be overwhelming by then. Another important thing to remember is that all demons give off a scent during mating season, one that will..well, to put it simply, make you the horniest demon in Gehenna." Satan explained, bursting out laughing at his sons mortified face.

"That's not funny! I don't want to feel like that!" Mephisto cried angrily.

"You say that now, but just wait my son. You'll think differently in a few days. No drug can compare to the scent of a demon during the season. Simply going outside will turn you into a ravaging beast. You'll find a mate, or a handful, and do the nasty with them for the remainder of the week. Of course at the end it gets a little violent, but you won't be like the other demons." His father said, still laughing at his own way of explaining sex.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this so much." Mephisto grumbled sarcastically. He doubted a mere scent would reduce him to a sex-craving animal. He was a gentleman after all.

"Yet four days later I…but still, it's only the second day! Why does it seem so different this time?" He wondered, wincing as Amaimon sunk his teeth into his neck. "Tch, how dare you mark me." He grumbled, inhaling deeply and gasping as his lower stomach began to burn. Dammit..it smells so good, I can't help it. I want more.

He managed to crane his neck so he could smell Amaimon better, burying his nose in surprisingly soft green hair. Just as he thought, the smell was stronger. He knew it was highly unlike him to be doing this, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Satan wasn't kidding when he said it's better than any drug. He thought, his breathing becoming heavier as he felt himself getting hard. His hands gripped Amaimon's shoulders tightly as he continued smelling his brother's hair, hips unconsciously seeking friction to relieve the ache between his legs. It didn't take long for him to rub against the green haired demon slowly, much like Amaimon was doing to him. Great, now I'm a dog. But I don't want to stop. Satan, what's wrong with me? This is my little brother!

While the thought repulsed him, he still couldn't stop. He wanted more, and oddly enough, he really wasn't as repulsed as he should be. It's not like he has to know about this. He still hasn't woken up despite everything, so I could actually get away with this. He thought with a grin, wondering what else he could do. It took some effort, but he managed to detach Amaimon from his neck and swoop down to bite at his brother's, returning the favor and leaving a mark. He used his hands to grab onto Amaimon's narrow hips and pull them closer, so their hardened members would rub against each other.

"Mm.." Amaimon moaned, effectively making his brother freeze. Tell me he isn't awake. What will he do, anyways? Now that there's a mark..oh, why didn't I think before doing that?! There's no way he won't notice it! Damn this delicious scent for making me act like an idiot!

With a gulp, Mephisto glanced up nervously, sighing in relief when he saw his brother still sleeping. He took a deep breath, knowing he should stop, but at the same time not wanting to. I'm already going to get caught, so I might as well make it worth the humiliation. He mused, inhaling deeply against Amaimon's neck and shivering. His nose trailed down to his brothers pale chest, pushing the yukata aside to reach his stomach. The lower he went, the stronger the smell got, until he found himself facing the bulge in Amaimon's boxers, where the smell was strong enough to make him see stars.

Father never told me..that the smell came from here. I guess it makes sense. He thought, going back up to his brothers sleeping face. He glanced at the soft looking lips, and paused, wondering why he was even thinking about kissing Amaimon. Do I want to mate with my own brother? No, that's absurd. But..He glanced down at his hard length, which was now pressed against Amaimon's. It certainly looks like I do. But it's not because I'm attracted to him, it's just the season. The scent. The fact that I haven't mated in centuries and I woke up to a horny little brother who wouldn't let me go. But it's not his fault, he's used to acting on his urges, and he's sleeping. I suppose it is my fault..

Just as he was about to move away and regain some self-control, bright blue eyes snapped open suddenly, looking directly at Mephisto who was still holding him by the hips. His eyes glanced to the mark on his older brothers neck, to their open yukatas, to the very obvious bulges pressed together, and back up at his guilty looking brother.

He blinked.

And then all hell broke loose.