The ride home in the car was awkward and tense. Amaimon watched his brother from the corner of his eyes. Mephisto merely smiled as he looked out the car windows. Despite acting nonchalant, the Earth King noticed his brother had a glint in his green eyes: this particular glint promised something either fun or something painfully exciting.

Regardless what the older demon had in store, it aroused the Amaimon. Going back to look out the window, the younger sibling thought of the possible scenarios that could happen to him. He could be tied up either to a chair, his knees, or even the bed, and forced to the point of horrible yet amazing point of ecstasy. Or he could be ignored to the point his brother ignored him for the night. Or a combination of the two. Either way, his blood was singing, and he could tell that his scent was wavering through the car.

Arriving back at the school, Amaimon walked slowly behind Mephisto, as if trying to delay the outcome. Knowing his brother, Mephisto turned a gave him a slightly annoyed look.

"Chop, chop, Amaimon. I don't wish to be out here all night." He was merely given a grunt.

It still took nearly twenty minutes to get the office because of Amaimon, much to Mephisto's exasperation. Finally in a closed, and private area, the older demon walked to his desk and took off his hat and outer jacket. He gingerly placed the items on the table before he began to roll up his sleeves. Behind him, Amaimon laid on the floor in a starfish form and just closed his eyes.

Looking back, a soft smirk appeared on his face at the sight of his little brother. Despite leaving home, and coming here to the World of the Humans, Mephisto couldn't leave his feelings for Amaimon behind. He knew he was in the wrong for loving his brother so much, but he couldn't help it. He helped raise him, nurture him, and showed him how to please another.

For this he was grateful that Amaimon was here. As much as he tried to turn Rin into the being he should be, Mephisto couldn't stand to be in that sort of relationship with someone like the Halfling, no matter blood lineage or not.

"How long do you plan to stay on the floor, Amai?" Again he was given grunt in reply. "Get up, the floor is not a fitting place for a crown prince, nor a king."

"I can lay where I wish, brother." There was minor resentment in Amaimon's tone that stirred a feeling in Mephisto's stomach.

'Ah, I know this feeling'. Mephisto thought. 'This should be fun.'

Walking over to the younger sibling, Mephisto placed his boot on top of the Earth King's chest. Feeling the weight, the younger opened his eyes and gave a soft glare. Grinning at the reaction, the Principal added more force to his foot as he pressed downward.

"Get up, I will not ask again, Amaimon. You will not like it." The touch of command, or rather, order, the First Born to the Third Born, compelled the younger to sit up.

Removing his boot, the Earth King stood up. Crossing his arms, he waited for the next instructions. Knowing his brother, Mephisto didn't say anything before he turned left towards a cabinet. Opening the door, he walked through to his apartment, there he stood waiting for Amaimon to come through.

"We don't have all night, little brother, do hurry." He added a softer note to his turn, in hopes of quelling the anger in his love.

"We're demons, we have all the time, brother." Amaimon muttered as he walked through the gateway.

"True we may, but time runs differently here, if you remember." With gentleness, the taller demon caressed Amaimon's cheek before closing and locking the door.

Turning back around, Mephisto saw a very soft, nearly invisible shiver wrack through his brother. He knew it was a long time since he engaged his brother like that. Stalking forward, he raised the younger's chin with a clawed finger.

"Go shower, maybe that will relax you." Ending his sentence, he placed a whisper of kiss to cherry red lips.

Making sure Amaimon was gone and in the shower, Mephisto just sat, rather flopped, onto his couch. As much as he loved his power over the humans, he hated how it changed him. It showed in Amaimon's demeanor and overall composure. He'll make it up to his love, he knows he will.

Half an hour later, Amaimon appeared from the bathroom in nothing but gray sweatpants slung low on his narrow hips. Hearing the shuffling, lime-green eyes opened lazily to see sapphire blue eyes looking at him.

"C'mere, love." Crooking his long finger, Amaimon traced the appendage to a pale wrist connected to a strong arm.

Walking over to the couch, the eldest pulled his brother/lover into his arms where he nuzzled into a creamy neck. Not even needing to inhale, Mephisto just rubbed his cheek against the pale throat before nipping it gently. A whoosh of air was released, causing a smirk to appear. Lightly licking the small bite wound, a small groan was his reward.

"All these years, your still sensitive." Mephisto murmured before sucking on the reddening mark.

Groaning again, Amaimon situated his body so he was straddling lithe hips. Feeling the movement, Mephisto ground his hips into Amaimon's causing a broken whine to come forth.

"Relax, no need to rush, dear." He whispered before latching back onto the now dark blue love bite.

Whining brokenly, Amaimon titled his head to right so Mephisto had more room. Feeling a bit benevolent, Mephisto lightly raked his nails down fabric clothed thighs, causing more whines to rumble out of the younger.

'Oh, this will be fun.'