Mesphito X Amaimon *LEMON*

Part 7

Mephisto opened his eyes blearily, looking around his stuffy bedroom. If he squinted he swore you could see steam, but then again he might just be going crazy. It was the seventh and final day of the season, and the two hadn't stopped since they started two days ago. They took little breaks, sure, but those never lasted long. They decided to just stay on the floor since sleeping on the soiled bed wasn't an option. In the end that wasn't such a good idea since now the floor was a mess too. But Mephisto was beyond the point of caring. He felt exhausted and extremely sated, yet just looking at Amaimon made him want more. They had gotten to the violent stage sometime last night, and while they healed fast, splotches of blood were spread out around his floor and they still had some scars that had yet to disappear. Mephisto still hated acting like that, it was against his character, but right now he felt unbelievably happy. All of his pent up stress, among other things, were finally out of his system. He never imagined it would be because of Amaimon though.

Speaking of Amaimon, the little green haired demon was currently fast asleep, lying completely naked on his back. Mephisto looked over at him with a confused expression. I wonder what he thinks about all of this. We both got what we wanted, sure, but in the end we are still related. Can we go on with our lives after this? Can we really just go back to normal and pretend we didn't do this? Do we..want to? He wondered, pausing to think it over.

We'll always be family, it's not like he'll hate me for this, right? Then again, we're demons. Familial bonds don't mean that much to us. But if that's the case, then this shouldn't even be a big deal. More importantly, why do I care so much? If he hated me, and never wanted to see me again, I wouldn't be upset. It wouldn't even affect me, right? Ugh, I'm questioning myself too much. I wish this damned season would end already so I could go back to normal.

"Hn, brother.." Amaimon mumbled in his sleep, causing Mephisto to smirk. He's dreaming about me, eh? How cute. Wait..cute? I've never thought of him as cute before..besides, he's probably having another dirty dream. About me. Heh..I'll take advantage of this.

With an evil grin, Mephisto placed himself between Amaimon's legs and took his flaccid member into his mouth.

Might as well enjoy it while I can, ne?

Hours later the two still hadn't moved from the floor, but they did manage to create a few dozen more stains. Mephisto noticed the scent from earlier was starting to fade, and he felt more like himself. He could actually be close to his brother and not want to tear his ass apart, in a good way of course. Currently they were cuddling, though Mephisto would never call it that, and waiting for the season to end. Amaimon was using his brother's chest as a pillow, biting on his nail as his tail swished back and forth. Mephisto couldn't help but notice that his little brother seemed somewhat anxious.

"Is something wrong, Amaimon?" he asked, lazily stroking the demons green hair.

"No, not really. I'm just thinking." He replied in his usual monotone.

"That's never a good sign." Mephisto said, laughing as Amaimon glared up at him. "But really, what are you thinking about?"

"Well..a lot of things, I suppose." He replied somewhat hesitantly. Mephisto raised his eyebrow at this. After a second, he continued. "I'm wondering what will happen when the season ends."

"What usually happens, we'll go back to normal."

"But what is normal now? After we..I mean, after all of that.."

"Oh, now you're shy about it? Just this morning you had no problem saying it." Mephisto said, noticing the way Amaimon blushed.

"Just this morning I wasn't myself! That's the problem, neither of us were thinking straight, and now we have to face the consequences. I guess I'm just wondering if we'll still be..close."

Mephisto paused to think it over. He had been wondering the same thing, and didn't really know either, but seeing Amaimon so unsure about it gave him his answer. "If we want to be close, then we will. We can't let this get in the way of anything."

"So..we'll pretend like it never happened?" he asked, looking somewhat disappointed. I don't think I can do that. I've been through plenty of mating seasons, but this one was..different. I can't just ignore it. But at the same time, it could ruin the relationship we had before this happened, and I don't want that either. I don't know what to do.

"No, we'll just..not bring it up. Or we will, but..we..oh, I don't know! This is too complicated." He said, throwing his hands up in anger. They really were in a tough spot.

"How about we wait and see what happens. Tomorrow you'll go back to work, and probably won't have time to think about it. We'll just see how we feel." Amaimon said, causing Mephisto to groan. He didn't want to go back to work.

"I'm sure they'll all be wondering where I was for a week. Ugh, imagine all the paperwork that's piled up."

"I'll help you with it." Amaimon suggested, smiling up at his brother. "It will help both of us keep our minds off of it."

It was an innocent enough plan, but neither of them knew how wrong Amaimon would be. The next day was hectic, and Mephisto got attacked by Yukio and Shura, and even Rin. Not to mention the Grigori and that damned Arthur. It appeared that everyone missed him, and as a welcome back present, he was given mountains of paperwork to do. As promised Amaimon helped him, but there was an uncomfortable tension in the room. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stop thinking about the past week. Mephisto kept stealing little glances at his brother, and vice-versa. Eventually Mephisto threw down his pen and groaned.

"This isn't working." He said, looking at Amaimon who seemed oddly stressed.

"I know. So..what now? Do you..want me to leave?" he asked, and Mephisto swore he sounded nervous.

"No, you don't need to do that. We just need to discuss the problem."

"Which is..?"

"You know exactly what it is. We're brothers, and we had..erm..sex, multiple times. And, um..this isn't helping either." He finished lamely. If anything that just made things worse. This is awkward..and I wish he would stop looking so depressed! "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..I just..well, I feel like you regret it. I feel like I ruined everything, and we'll never be the same, and you hate me now, and-"

"Hey, hey, take it easy." Mephisto said, cutting off his brothers babbling. "This wasn't completely your fault, and I don't hate you. And..I don't regret it. But you're right, we won't be the same."

"So..what will we be?" He asked, looking at Mephisto with wide, droopy eyes. The older demon paused, distracted by the bright blue staring at him. His mind replayed everything that transpired in the last week, and how everything had felt different. He remembered when they kissed in the shower, and how it was unlike anything else. And as the memories flashed through his mind, he didn't notice that he was slowly leaning closer to his brother until those stunning blue eyes were too close.

But instead of pulling away, he somewhat hesitantly closed the distance, connecting their lips so gently it surprised him. Amaimon felt his eyes slip shut as they broke apart slightly, only to reconnect again. The passion held in just a small kiss was overwhelming for both of them. Mephisto cupped his brother's face as the kiss deepened, and he felt fingers tangle themselves in his purple hair.

When they broke apart again, Mephisto looked into his brothers eyes, a sudden realization dawning over him.

He knew exactly what they would be.