Luminescent

The Neutral Party

It was a Saturday and Rin's first day off in a while. Rin, Bon, and Izumo had been tasked with cleaning out the Cram School Goblin Infestation after school was out every day for the past two weeks and Rin had barely had time to finish his homework. He'd slept through a few classes, but as long as he was passing, he didn't care.

So, for this weekend, Mephisto made sure there were no missions for him so he could relax. Rin was glad that both Sundays and Saturdays had been given off before he started highschool. Only one day of relaxing had sucked as a kid. He understood why Americans had two-day weekends.

They'd just finished dinner(Chicken Marsala over pasta, yum). Rin liked to cook for the two Demon Kings whenever he could.

They always made sure he knew they loved what he'd made(Yukio and Shiro were family. After a while, it felt like they were obligated to say the food he made for them was good....). Sometimes, they made it goofy and gave overly enthusiastic and dramatic compliments and he'd laugh before throwing his chopsticks(or silverware, depending on what they ate) at them and ordering them to just eat the food.

Rin and Mephisto settled on the couch. Amaimon settled in the chair next to them. The two Demon Kings took turns sitting next to Rin on the couch whenever they sat in the living room. Rin asked why the Time Lord didn't just buy a bigger couch once and the response was that it would mess up the aesthetic of the room and wouldn't look symmetrical. Typical Mephisto answer, Rin should've expected it, honestly.

Mephisto sat regularly at one end and Rin laid down with his feet across the Time Lord's lap and his head on a soft throw pillow. He inhaled the scent of Mephisto and Amaimon mixed together in the pillow, his body untensing and finally going lax after two weeks of dealing with annoying people, cleaning out an Infestation, and studying until his brain melted. Mephisto usually traced little sigils and symbols or sometimes just his signature onto Rin's calves with his claws when they sat like this.

Amaimon actually did draw on Rin's hands and arms with pen or marker, but he was surprisingly good at looking at a picture or whatever was in front of him and copying it onto Rin's body.

"You'd look good with tattoos." The Earth King murmured, eyeing the drawings he'd traced onto Rin's hands earlier at lunchtime.

"Are you trying to modify my body to look like a punk/rock reject?" Rin snickered.

"No. You'd look much better than that revolting Exorcist's Apprentice." Amaimon grumbled. Rin snickered again. He was talking about Bon!

Tonight, Mephisto's hands seemed to want to wander rather than tracing the "Truth" Sigil onto his left calf any more. He pulled Rin closer so Rin was sitting sideways in his lap with his legs still across the couch and his back supported by the arm. The Time Lord grabbed Rin's hand and traced over Amaimon's work.

"I'll never understand how he does it. Lucky bastard." The man grumbled. He lifted the hand up to his lips to kiss the graffitied knuckles gently.

"Your artistic talent is in your words. His is in drawing, because he doesn't have facial expressions or a filter to save his life." Rin pointed out, smiling at the Demon. Logic was the way to cheer up a man like Mephisto.

The consolation seemed to do the trick as the Time Lord's lips roamed to Rin's palm, then up to his wrist, then moved up to his shoulder. Rin grinned as the kisses reached his neck. Amaimon watched curiously from his chair. They'd all stopped watching the movie at this point, but it was kept on for background noise.

"I do agree with Amaimon, you'd look lovely with tattoos. And your hair is getting longer too. Will you cut it again?" Mephisto wondered.