Mesphito X Amaimon *LEMON*

Part 6

The room was unbearably hot as Amaimon clawed at Mephisto's back, the older demon thrusting into him vigorously. Everything had happened so fast. In less than a second the two were in Mephisto's bed, their tongues clashing together. They were both naked in record time too, Amaimon had a feeling his brother's abilities were responsible. But he certainly didn't care, just like he didn't care that Mephisto had entered him so suddenly and roughly. He needed this, they both did. No, he needs this more than I do. It's been centuries since he's gotten any release, at least from someone else and not his hand. Not to mention this season being oddly intense..I can't imagine how he feels. It must be terrible.

Mephisto on the other hand had no control over his body. His vision was blurry and his body felt like it was melting, everything was so hot. He felt something building up inside of him, threatening to tear him apart. There was some primal urge clawing at his brain, and for a brief second he remembered watching the demons in Gehenna with Satan. I've become one of them, he realized, groaning as Amaimon bit at his neck. The one thing I never wanted to be, yet here I am, releasing all of this pent up tension on my own brother. Yet he doesn't seem to care at all. It must be because the season is almost over, it's driving us insane. After this everything will go back to normal..right?

He didn't want to think about that right now. In fact, he didn't want to think at all. He wanted to continue fucking Amaimon into the mattress until his entire bed broke. The headboard had already cracked the wall behind it, and was in fact cracked itself. He would probably be mad about that later, but right now all that mattered was the tight heat engulfing his member. He felt something hitting his stomach and realized Amaimon was jerking himself off, the sight making the coil in his stomach snap, though he didn't know why. Yet even after he came, he couldn't stop. It wasn't enough, he wasn't satisfied. And he wasn't the only one.

Amaimon looked at his cum, which was splattered over Mephisto's stomach, hardly believing he had even finished. He didn't feel any different. And after a few more times, he realized this would take a while. They could possibly stay like this until the season ended in two days. I've seen demons go on for days, never stopping. With brother like this, I'm sure we'll be the same. Not that I mind. It's not so bad, being with him. It's not even weird. In fact, I think I like it more than I should. But that could be the hormones talking.

Amaimon gasped as he was suddenly flipped onto Mephisto's lap, the older demon sitting on his bed. He grabbed Amaimon's hips and raised his brother up, before roughly slamming him down. In this position he could reach even deeper within Amaimon, and the sight wasn't unpleasant. Every thrust had the green haired teen gasping and moaning, and without even realizing it they both came again. There would be quite the mess when it was all over, another thing Mephisto would probably get mad about.

Amaimon leaned in and nipped at his brother's lip, quickly lapping up the dot of blood that seeped out. He then changed their position again, so that Mephisto was on his hands and knees and Amaimon entered him from behind. Mephisto cried out at the initial shock of pain, but was too lost in a sea of pleasure to really care. The feeling of his brother's throbbing erection inside of him made him cum yet again, the white liquid splattering onto his sheets. Not a second later he felt something hot shoot into him, as Amaimon came with a grunt. The room smelled heavily of sex and that delicious scent that drove both of them crazy. Every time they came it got stronger, making them want even more.

We've both finished how many times? And yet I'm not tired at all, and he doesn't seem to be either. How long is this going to last? Mephisto wondered, looking out of his window into the night sky.

When he looked out of the window again, it was late afternoon. They hadn't stopped once, and had tried quite a few different positions, the most recent being Amaimon sucking Mephisto off while he also pleasured himself. Currently, as if by some miracle, they were laying side by side and breathing heavily, taking what might be a break. They were both still hard, but felt a little more clear headed. Mephisto realized they were lying in a bed of cum and grimaced, standing and dragging his brother with him to the bathroom.

They both stumbled a bit, since their legs felt like jelly, but managed to get into the shower. The hot water washed some of the stickiness away but it wasn't enough for Mephisto. He grabbed a washcloth and began cleaning himself more thoroughly, pausing as Amaimon stared at him. With a sigh he began washing his brother, seeing that it wouldn't get done otherwise. However, merely touching him made his mind wander elsewhere. His mind felt hazy again as he gazed into Amaimon's bright blue eyes and in no time they were back at it, kissing passionately. Yet this time was different. It was slower, more intimate, and made Mephisto's heart beat like never before.

And then, of course, they were back to fucking like two animals, defeating the point of taking a shower.

Yet in the back of his mind, Mephisto couldn't help but feel like something was different.