Mesphito X Amaimon *LEMON*

Part 4

There were few things in the world that could make Amaimon lose his calm composure. Losing, being ignored, having his fun ruined, getting laughed at. There were people who made his mask of indifference crack, mainly Rin Okumura and Shura Kirigakure. However, when he woke up from a very erotic dream to find himself in a rather compromising position, another person was added to that list. He never imagined it would be his own brother. At first he wasn't sure what to think. Mephisto was way too close, which was unusual since he liked his space. Then he noticed the large red and purple mark on his neck and felt his stomach twist. But when he realized they were both nearly naked and very clearly aroused, he flat out panicked.

"B-brother?!" He shrieked, flailing around as he fell out of bed. He scrambled to fix his yukata, face turning dark red as he glanced at his brother who merely pulled the blanket up. "What…Did I do this?!" He asked, pointing to the large hickey on Mephisto's neck.

Mephisto on the other hand wasn't sure what to say. Amaimon had no idea what was going on and he wished it could stay that way, but there was no way out of this. He needed to explain what happened in a calm manner, since Amaimon clearly wasn't going to calm down anytime soon. Someone needed to be the adult here.

"Well Amaimon, to put it simply, you molested me in your sleep." He stated bluntly, watching as Amaimon's blush darkened.

"I what?! But..why didn't you stop me?!" He yelled, wishing he could just split the ground open and let it swallow him.

"I tried multiple times, but you are apparently a deep sleeper and you also have a vice like grip." He said, secretly enjoying tormenting Amaimon.Serves him right for starting it, he thought with a smirk, watching as the green haired demon began pacing back and forth, hands gripping his head. His brother was the perfect picture of distressed.

"Oh no..I'm so sorry brother, are you mad?" Amaimon asked, still refusing to look at Mephisto.

"Well..no, not really." Mephisto replied, causing Amaimon to glance up at him curiously. "I suggest you look in a mirror." He said, watching as the youngest furrowed his small eyebrows in confusion and walked into the bathroom. Less than a minute later he came back out, a murderous look in his eyes.

"What is this?" he asked, pointing to the hickey Mephisto had carelessly given him. Not sure what to say, Mephisto shrugged, smiling innocently. He was slightly surprised when Amaimon was on top of him in a flash, hands around his neck.

"Oh? Did I hit a nerve? You shouldn't put yourself in such a position, little brother, something might happen." Mephisto said, finding his brothers anger amusing. He hardly ever got to see Amaimon act so out of character, and it was even more rare for him to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

"The only thing that is going to happen is you telling me why I have a mark on my neck, or else I'll force the information out of you." He growled, blue eyes narrowing.

"Will you now? That's big talk coming from Gehenna's seventh in command. You forget your place Amaimon." He chuckled darkly, "But I do owe you an explanation. While you did start it by molesting me, something rather unexpected happened."

"And that would be?" He asked, eyes widening as Mephisto poked his nose.

"Can't you smell it?" The purple haired demon asked. Amaimon paused to sniff the air, one hand immediately coming up to cover his nose. "You know that won't do anything."

"But how..? It's only the second day!" Amaimon exclaimed, temporarily forgetting his anger. Something isn't right. It's as if this season is more intense, but why? Because I'm locked in here? If only we could ask Father.

"I'm just as confused as you are. But I'm sure you understand what that smell can do to a demon, yes? I really had no choice."

"What happened to all of your self-control? You're a gentleman, remember? I thought you ignored your instincts." Amaimon asked, glaring at his brother.

"There is only so much I can ignore, dear little brother. And I've been ignoring it for quite a long time. Which is why you shouldn't toy with me." He replied, voice dangerously low.

"Oh, but you can toy with me? I don't think so brother. It's your fault I'm locked in here and have to go without mating. It's unbelievably frustrating, and I'm losing my patience." Amaimon growled, grip tightening on Mephisto's throat. He wasn't joking, either, every second made him feel worse and worse, and he couldn't help but think it was because of the scent. I didn't even notice it before, I was too angry, but now it's unbelievably strong.

"So what are you going to do about it? Kill me? You know as well as I do that you could never win against me." Mephisto said, glancing down between Amaimon's legs and smirking. "But it looks like you want something else."

Amaimon followed his brother's gaze; face reddening as he saw the prominent bulge in his yukata. "No! I wouldn't want that from you. We're brothers, in case you forgot." He snarled, quickly jumping off of Mephisto.

"Of course not. Do you honestly think I want you? I wanted to be alone for a reason, Amaimon. The last thing I wanted was to wake up to that." He replied, watching as his brother opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. He then huffed and walked back into the bathroom, loudly slamming the door. Mephisto shook his head, deciding he needed to eat something.

That was..expected. I knew he would be mad, it's the rational emotion to feel. So then..why don't I feel that way? He wondered, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest.

"I wouldn't want that from you. We're brothers, in case you forgot."

Amaimon's words echoed in his mind, making him feel worse. I would never expect him to want anything like that from me, nor would I want it. He is right, we are brothers. I'm sure it's just the season messing with me. Why else would I feel like this? It's making both of us act weird. He would never dare to talk to me like that, or put his hands on me. And for just a second before he went into the bathroom..I swear he looked hurt. But that couldn't be true. It's just the season.

It has to be the season.