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The Devil May Care

Part 16

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

"He...is here?"

Brutus had hardly expected to ask that question of a Lust demon, of all things, but the deer nodded quickly. It was twitchy, shaking from head to toe, and he could feel its aura on the verge of completely coming apart. The little thing was desperate for something, anything to feed itself with the burning urges that it had to rut and fuck and drain life from a mortal. It would do anything merely to survive.

And he took advantage of that. The boar leaned forward on his throne, looking the cervine demon in the eyes.

"You are sure that it's him?"

"No doubt, sir, no doubt in the slightest. There's no way that it wouldn't be him, not when he is making them...them...satisfied. The aura...his aura burns..."

"Yes, yes. But so do others. Are you sure?"

He needed this little Lust creature to be utterly certain about this if he was to take any sort of action. No matter the power of his house, of the Diel family, there were certain restrictions on the different demons of the seven realms of Hell. One of those was that operating in another realm than one's own meant that there were...repercussions for offenses that were given. Most such repercussions were survivable, particularly without Lucifer around to enforce them, but given the changes that had been happening lately...

Brutus blamed Selene for that. The Pride demon had been active in the other realms, pushing for some sort of cooperation, setting up eyes and ears of her own. Ever since the meeting, it was as if she had become the unofficial spymaster for all of Hell, finding out what was going on and who was responsible for it, regardless of the event. If he made a move without justification and she found out, and then reported it back to Dusk, it would definitely be more extreme.

Particularly if that bitch informs him of the rules...

"Well?" Brutus asked again. "Are you sure?"

"I...I..."

The boar narrowed his eyes at the little Lust demon, looking at him as if he was considering a meal. It wasn't out of the question; though the other demon was definitely too big to just cram down his throat, there was always the possibility of eating through the little deer's power. Skinny as the demon was, as slight as its frame was, the aura was on the verge of snapping, breaking apart and dissipating through the chamber. All he had to do was hurry that along, and he could feast on its power.

But that was if the naked male was not useful anymore. He leaned forward, resting his head on one fist, waiting for a clear answer.

Finally, the deer nodded.

"Yes, I'm sure. It's him. It has to be."

"...Hmmmph."

Brutus shook his head. It wasn't what he wanted to hear, but the deliverer of news could seldom be blamed for bringing unwelcome information. He tapped his fingers against the arm of his throne, putting that into the back of his head for now.

"Keep an eye on him. Tell me what he does. If he makes a move from Lord Onsen's estate, inform me immediately."

"And...payment?"

The Lust demon was either brave or desperate to bring that up after giving the boar something that he hadn't wanted, but Brutus chuckled. The Diel family always paid their debts, regardless of who they owed them to. To feed one's power and ambition, one needed to keep others from feeding on it later. Paying a debt ensured that a favor grew no interest.

He waved his hand, and several minor demons emerged from a side room. They carried a mortal in their arms, a young man that had been easy enough to capture. They were always leaving through the back doors of establishments, trying to weasel out of paying their bills, often too drunk to know what they were doing.

This one was one such, a rabbit that had been dragged down to Hell when he tried pissing in a corner and caught one of Brutus's minions in the face. The rabbit himself was hopping up and down, desperately trying to get free of the 'monsters' - as he kept calling the demons - and free himself. Now that the lapin was sober, all the flirtation that had been happening was being rethought.

The deer turned to look at him, pure hunger in his eyes as his mouth opened, showing slight fangs. Not vampire fangs, but rather the fangs of a certain type of deer. Diel chuckled; those fangs were what had told him that this little Lust demon would be willing to work with him. There was a hunger there that Gluttony could understand and manipulate, regardless of the cross between their realms.

"This one is yours. Use him as you see fit."

"We will, Lord Diel."

"Take him and go. I have plans to make."

As the deer bowed, rushing for the rabbit and disappearing in a plume of smoke, the boar leaned on his hand again, resisting the urge to get up and start pacing around. He knew better than to do that. It was only going to make him look all the more impatient, all the more...out of control. Considering the rumors that were already going through the realm of Glutton, he needed to keep that illusion of control more than ever.

Ever since his son had made the mistake of jumping through to the mortal world and pissing off Dusk, they had had a number of opportunities for growth, but it had also damaged their standing. More, it had risked the secrecy of the portal to the mortal world. It was not something that he could afford to have brought to the public eye, no matter how many different demons already suspected its existence.

Suspicion, after all, was one thing. Proof was another. And as long as they didn't have proof, all he had to deal with were the various Gluttony demons that were interested in such meals rather than the rest of Hell.

The deer was one that had to be suspicious of such things, and he would just imagine that Lord Onsen, for all his supposed neutrality in these things, had sent the wolf incubi for the party to try and track down where the portal was. They knew that it had to exist, but without proof, without some idea of where it was so that they could point it out to others, it might as well have been a non-thing. It was the problem with an open secret: everybody knew about it, but nobody could do anything about it.

And that was the way that Brutus preferred it. Always open, but never affected.

Though if they ever find it, that will have to change...

So far, he had kept his informants by carefully delivering different mortals to different parts of Hell. That particular deer was head of a powerful, if starving, house in the realm of Lust. They were big enough to be a contender for the head of that disjointed, disunited realm, and if he had ever wanted to see them at the head of the place, he could have fed them sufficient mortals to make sure that they were strong enough to take over. However, it suited his needs better to keep them on the edge of starvation, ensuring that they never had the energy to make a move without him feeding them first.

That was the entire reason for the rabbit this time. They could have survived for another few days, but having the rabbit would ensure that they had enough power to do his bidding, to spy on Dusk for a while. It would keep them from running off to find something better in desperation.

He had trained them well. They would take the sure thing rather than the odd risk.

Why are you here, though?

That was the odd thing for him. Until recently, Dusk had been wandering through the realm of mortals. He knew that, knew it because he had seen it, tracked it. Seeing what his potential 'husband' was doing was perfectly understandable, and there were none in Hell that would complain of him doing that. After all, it was merely a way of keeping tabs on the person that you would spend the rest of your life with, and all demons understood the importance of blackmail and control.

He had seen the way that Dusk had continued to dominate the mortals around him, and it left him...irritated. After the party, he had been slightly concerned that the black cat hadn't shown the same sort of interest in his dick that the boar had been looking for, but he had assumed that the spell would take time to grow, particularly in one with the soul of the devil. He had decided to wait, to see what would happen, to allow it to take root and blossom.

But if it was blossoming, it was taking a horrendously long time to do it.

He should have been looking for big dicks to fuck him, at least, by now. He shouldn't even be getting hard enough to top others...

It was barely possible that that was why he was down here in Hell, in the realms of Lust. It was possible that the black cat had started to notice that he had problems, and he wanted to indulge himself in a place where it would not be judged. Brutus wanted to believe that was the case, but with what the deer had said, Dusk was as dominant and powerful in the brothels as he had been in the mortal world.

Something's not working...

He wanted to pin it on Selene, to imagine that that woman had done something. Or perhaps there was something going on with that strange tigress that had come visiting. She had been pushing Dusk more than was seemly, but he didn't know what her game was. Whenever she was present, his spells to scry on the black cat seemed to fizzle, going up in smoke and leaving him clueless as to what was going on.

No, there was something else happening here, and he didn't know what it was. And that bothered him.

Brutus leaned back on his throne again, tapping his fingers together as he tried to assemble the different puzzle pieces. Dusk was moving around, antsy, pushing for something. The deer had been clear on that; the cat was pushing all the incubi in that particular onsen hard, harder than he had been pushing the mortals in the real world. That meant that he had to have something on his mind, something that he didn't want to think about.

If he could just figure out what that something was, it might give him the power and leverage that he needed to push that damn cat where he wanted him to go.

This should not be so complicated. He is a mortal. Powerful, but a mortal.

He rubbed the side of his head, a low grumble rising from the back of his throat. One way or another, he would find a way to make this make sense. And when he did, he would take control again. Power would be his.

Brutus got to his feet, the house trembling slightly in response to his annoyance. As well it should; he had created it, and his will sustained it, just as it was with every head of house in Hell. Whether it was Lord Onsen, Selene, or himself as Lord Diel, the one that stood at the head of a demonic house was the one that held that reality together. He could destroy the entire place if he grew angry enough.

That was why the realm of Wrath was so chaotic. The angry demons were constantly ripping things apart in their frustration and having to spend their power to put it all back together again. It meant that they were never a serious threat unless they were leashed to someone else's purpose. They never had the power to really mount any sustained offensive because they were always spending their power putting things back together again.

Gluttony was different. It hungered, and in that hunger, there was weakness. Yet, from that weakness was born purpose and strength. One knew what one wanted, for the hunger always begged for it. Strength was gained from pushing for it, powered by determination to not feel that weakness.

And he? He hungered for the throne...

Dusk, you will be mine. One way or another. There will be no escape.

Yet, for all that he obsessed over making the black cat his, for all that he imagined jamming Dusk onto the throne and then ruling through him, a part of him kept thinking back to how good that black-furred rump had felt pressed against his cock. The boar's shaft started to rise at the mere reminder of that sensation, and he growled under his breath as he tried to shift his thoughts to something else, something more productive, something that didn't involve just finding something to jerk to again.

Yet, as he paced back and forth in front of his throne, losing a small bit of his control to the movement, he couldn't help but think of those soft cheeks, seeing them in his mind's eye. They were so soft, so smooth, and they had parted so nicely for his shaft. The hole itself had clenched hard around him, squeezed him. It hadn't quite begged, but he could imagine that would be trained into the cat before he was done.

Brutus growled under his breath, giving his cock a squeeze out of absent thought.

It's going to happen, he thought. One way or another, it's going to happen, and when it does, he will scream for more.

The boar grunted to himself, turning on his heel. He had other things to consider than the feline's rump, but he knew that his attention had been snared. If he didn't do something about that, and soon, then he would be thinking about it all day. He had other demons in his household that would be willing to sate this odd need, and he would have to make use of them.

Who knew that obsession would come from this?

Certainly not he.

Far away from the houses of Gluttony, in the house and home of Lord Onsen, Dusk continued to enjoy himself. The feeling of water rushing around his body, the bubbling, stroking feeling of the demon within it, meant that he had a constant reminder of his own pleasure. His cock broke the surface of the water from time to time, and he smiled to himself as he reached down to stroke it.

"Mmmph..."

Not that he needed to. The orca demon that had possessed the water around him was more than willing to do all the work for him. He was being rimmed, sucked, blown, ridden, and teased all at the same time by the sentient hot spring, and he had to admit, it was definitely one of the most unique experiences of his life.

"You're very good. I'll have to see about having someone like you brought up to my world..."

"I could easily serve you, Lord von Doom," the demon bubbled through the water.

"Yes, but you serve Lord Onsen. I would imagine that he would be loathe to lose your services."

"As I would be loathe to lose your touch, oh master."

The water demon had been rather keen to point out how good he felt, and Dusk was hardly one to argue. He knew that he had an effect on the Lust demons now, and the watery one around him had been easily affected by the power of his domination. While he wouldn't simply steal its services from the orc that ran this place, he knew that it would be easy enough to convince both of them to allow for a visit to his penthouse from time to time.

That, however, was only the beginning.

Dusk continued to weigh the pros and cons of giving this House of Lust the power to visit the mortal world more often. The chance that they would be discovered was quite high, but it would mean that they would be less dangerous, more easily contented. And if he started that after he had fucked them all, that would mean that they'd start gentle and stay that way rather than just bursting through and feasting for days before learning that they were able to take it slow for once.

There were options, but he didn't like how they all depended on him being the one to put in the work. Part of being so powerful was supposed to mean that other people did more of the work than he did.

And there was still...her...

Dusk's teeth gritted tightly as he imagined the tigress once more, thinking of Mercy Christ. He had been trying to track her while he was enjoying himself, but her power continued to stymie his. She did something, he wasn't sure what, but it kept his aura from being able to track hers through the mortal world.

And it annoyed him, because he knew that she was planning something.

All the power of Hell, and no way to use it to my advantage against her...

And she was immune to the power of his black magic, too. He had tried using the runes and sigils of it to place a spell on her, to drag her image before him, but either the power of Christ meant that she didn't have the same weakness to it as other occult beings, or she was too powerful for that to affect her.

All in all, it was annoying, and he had to keep reminding himself that he was in a happy place, that he was being served, that he had demons all around that cared for him and craved him in a way that few others ever had.

Dusk took a deep breath, shaking his head. No, that was something else that he needed to get through his head. They didn't care for him. They were willing to serve him. They wanted to have what he was willing to give. There was a difference.

As he leaned back against the edge of the hot spring, he grabbed another cigarette. They were surprisingly strong compared to the packs that he used on earth, and he made a mental note to get some imported to the mortal realm when he went back. He held it out to the floating flames, pressing it to his lips and taking a small puff.

The slight burn in his throat was followed by a tingle of need that ran right down to his dick. He wasn't surprised that a cigarette from Lust was filled with something that made you horny, but he was surprised that it was so comparatively mild to everything else. Perhaps he just had a tolerance for that sort of stuff after this long.

He forced himself to settle back, allowing the demon in the water to suck on his cock, to tease it, to warp and swish around it. His shaft throbbed hard as if it was being worshiped by four different mouths at once, his balls getting a similar treatment as he leaned his head back. Pre-cum oozed into the hot spring as he puffed a mouthful of smoke into the air.

The red skies churned above him, and the storm clouds in the distance continued to roil. He imagined that they were probably reflected of a different part of the realm of Lust, a place that was controlled by a different demonic family. Lord Onsen had mentioned that there were many others after they had had their initial meeting, and he wondered what they were like.

Certainly, they had started sending him invitations as well, and if they were that interested in him, he imagined that it wouldn't take long for them to start sending people to this estate to try and get his attention.

Kinda surprised that they didn't have workers here waiting for me to begin with...

He took one last puff of the cigarette before putting it out, reaching down to the hot spring. He ran his fingers through the water, stroking the head of the little demon that solidified at his side.

"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

"Very much so."

"Then get ready. I'm going to put up a little 'inspiration' to get myself off, and it's going to be a big one."

"Mmm, do you need that with my skills?" the demon asked.

"Not need, but more want."

"Indulge then, Lord von Doom. I will put my skills to the test to do it quickly."

Dusk smiled. They both knew that he would not cum until he was ready, but at the same time, it was good to have someone that was confident in their skills and wanted to test them, to push them. It meant that there was some real motivation down there, and one that was not just driven by the hunger to survive.

That story is going to spread far and fast through this brothel, and the others. It definitely won't be long until they start coming to me...

But for now, he had time. For now, he could do as he wished.

The black cat traced his fingers along the surface of the water, using his old powers rather than those of the devil. He wasn't quite sure why it had felt right to go back to the old style, but ever since Mercy...

Well, she had infuriated him, and there was no two ways about that. He didn't want to be angry, and every time that he touched those powers, he felt like he was going to be driven to the edge of Wrath by merely making contact with them. He pushed it to the side. His other powers were sufficient for the moment, particularly down here.

As he drew the sigils, a circle of floating steam began to coalesce, and when it pushed together, it became like a tv screen. It glowed with the image of Peter's penthouse, and he smiled as he saw the two rutting sluts on the screen again. The big guys were definitely getting into their roles as his whores now, even going so far as to give him a free show. Not that they realized they were doing it, he imagined, but it was still a hot thought.

Dusk smiled as he watched Peter take it like a bitch, the big orca leaning back on his bed, his legs in the air, his cheeks parting as that fat stallion cock slipped inside. He had been surprised just how easily Peter could take it the first time, but it seemed that the orca had been hiding a few tastes from the rest of the world.

So had Andrew, for that matter. He knew that when they were done with the first round, they'd be changing up who was on top, and who was on the bottom. They were going to do that regularly, from now on.

Those collars aren't just good for marking them as mine. It also keeps their libidos running at a mile a minute.

In a way, that was a gift for them. It meant that whatever they felt about their lives, whatever they felt about losing what they had in the past, they would always have something nice to distract them, something that would keep them from worrying about it too much. After all, that was a major power of Lust; why think about the bad things when you could just think about your body?

He stroked himself a few times, then gave it back to the water demon to play with. His cock got pulled below the surface of the hot spring, dragged down until it was well beneath the water, and he groaned as he felt the licking focus right at the tip of his cock, running right over the opening of his urethra. Dusk curled his hands into fists, growling softly in pleasure, and watched the show.

The progression was as good as he hoped. From missionary to a sideways fuck, Andrew pushed the orca good and hard, shoving him down, making him take it, making him enjoy it. They had their fun, they had their pleasure. The orca came from it, and then they rolled around, shifting positions again.

Seeing that rounded, muscular stallion ass did all kinds of things for his cock, and he grinned to himself as he imagined pushing deep inside of that hole again. Andrew's pucker was already starting to get puffy, pushing out a bit like a donut from all the abuse that it was getting, and he imagined that it would only get worse over time.

That's it...enjoy yourself, my whore...enjoy yourself...

He groaned under his breath as he felt his own cock throbbing, feeling it twitching a bit like what Peter's dick was doing as it slid into that tight, puffy pucker. He didn't hear them talking through the spell, but he could watch them.

The water demon timed its slow bobs and sucks with the slow thrusts that he was seeing from the orca, and he groaned under his breath as he felt his cock throb all the harder, spitting pre-cum into the water once more. He resisted the urge to thrust himself, letting the demon do the work, allowing it to give him the pleasure that he deserved. The pleasure that he needed, at least on some level.

"Mmm..."

He let out a quiet moan, not quite enough to draw the attention of other Lust demons, but enough to show the one in the water that he appreciated what was being done. His cock throbbed, bouncing, but the water continued to spin and spiral around his dick, milking it slowly, gently, encouragingly, keeping it from softening or losing interest.

That's it...bit more...

He growled as he watched the orca speed up, feeling the water running along his cock that much faster. Every time that he saw Peter bottom out, he felt the water pressure rubbing down to the base of his cock, the tip caught in a swirl that tickled and tingled along the head, and the base teased and pulled, his balls rolled and bounced in the water.

He was close. Very close.

The black cat curled his toes as he scooted forward in the water, allowing the demon more access. It stroked along his back, along his ass. He felt some watery tongues working his pucker, never sliding in but rather just lapping along his rim. He felt the sucking get stronger along his shaft, the pulling at the tip almost unbearable.

Yet, he had the power of Lust, the power of the devil. He could hold out as long as he wanted...as long as he could stand the anger under it all.

It was tainting the experience, though, and he let go. He let go, pushed it down, and that got rid of what control he had left.

With a groan, he arched his back, thrusting his cock through the water. The demon seemed to catch it, holding it, and he watched as the white streaks of his seed were all gathered in a circle near the head of his cock. The circle became an orb as he kept squirting, shooting, filling the space, and soon, it floated up through the water.

The demon reformed into an orca again, showing his seed in its mouth before swallowing hard.

"Mmm, thank you, sir."

"You're welcome."

"Do you wish more?"

"No, I'm fine for now. You go and do what you need to do; I need time to think."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

The orca bobbed his head, getting out of the water. It was strange going from the full-body massage to having just the bubbles going through the water again, but at the same time, oddly nice. He felt fulfilled in a way that he hadn't felt in a long time, and he was happy to just go with that.

The black cat looked at the spell screen for a few more minutes, enjoying the show as his cock slowly went down, then waved his hand to dismiss the spell. It had been nice to see them indulging each other, but he had other things that he had to consider. For all that he was here on vacation, he couldn't forget the reality of the situation.

Variables. Too many variables, too many unknowns, and too many problem people, he thought. From above, and below.

Dusk could still feel the presence of his mortal soul on his person. He had taken it from Selene, but he hadn't done anything with it. He didn't know what he wanted to do with it, for that matter; it was something that was a wild card, and he didn't know how it would affect the power that he had inside of him. If it risked making him weaker, then he didn't dare use it. The same if it would make him stronger. He had no idea what would happen, nor did he know what her motivations were.

And then there was Brutus Diel, the lord of that demon house of Gluttony. He turned, feeling almost a magnetic tug in the direction of the realm of Gluttony. Due to that clumsy spell that Brutus had tried to cast on him during that party, they were connected, and it meant that he could tell where the big boar was.

Speaking of which...

Dusk reached under the water, rubbing a finger along his rump. He smiled as he could almost feel the tingle of magic down there, the bonding spell, and he traced a rune just under his tail. When it was complete, he could almost taste the frustration that came back down that line.

Oh, you poor dumb man...you should not have tried to curse someone that has studied magic as long as I...

He had repurposed the spell back then, turning it into something that gradually increased the gluttonous lord's fascination with his ass rather than one that would slowly turn him into a ravenous bottom. It had been an interesting spell, and if it hadn't been so clumsily cast, it might even have worked. Then again, with the power of the devil on his side, he probably would have been scarcely affected by it, anyway.

But now, he could feel the hunger, the annoyance coming from the distant boar, and he doubted that Lord Diel even knew what was going on. It was just a fantasy to him, an overwhelming fantasy.

It won't keep him busy forever, but it will keep him out of my hair for now. Selene's not made any other moves, so she probably doesn't want anything directly, at least for now. Lord Onsen is a good start with Lust...

But all of that ignored the real elephant in the room. Or rather, the tigress.

He clenched his hands into fists again, but the anger that he felt apart from the devil's power and soul was different than what he felt when he did embrace that power. It was a softer anger, less all-consuming, less destructive. Dusk deliberately kept himself there, not wanting to ruin his vacation by turning anger to fury, by turning fury into Wrath.

He would have preferred not thinking of her at all, but considering that she was the biggest threat to his happiness with her combined obsession and the possibility that she could unleash Armageddon on the world to force his hand, he had to think of a way to handle her. He had to settle that threat before he could turn to other things. If that meant being angry in a mortal way, then he could deal with that before he got back to his vacation.

I have Lord Onsen in the palm of my hand, he thought, lifting his fingers from the water and watching it trail through them. All I have to do is take him, and he'll do whatever I say. And when the other Lust demons see someone 'fall' to me, only to grow a hundred times stronger, then they will be forced to do the same. They won't be able to stand seeing their rivals grow in power, not here, not now.

And with the Lust demons' numbers, combined with the fact that they would no longer be starving, would no longer be weakened almost to death...well, that would be something. It wouldn't stop her, but it would mean that he had something on the world above, a presence that would give him strength to operate, eyes to keep a watch on her while she was trying to keep hidden from him.

It wasn't perfect, but it was a start. He hated being blind. He really, really hated not knowing what was going on.

Shaking his head, he forced himself further into the hot spring, his black magic conjuring up greater heat. He could take it, and he wanted to really push himself to ignore everything else around him. As the water bubbled up around his toes, running up along his cock and his ass, the black cat deliberately shoved Mercy out of his mind. He had solved the next step for now, and as long as she didn't do anything stupid, then they didn't need to deal with her for a while. He could...

He could relax.

He was allowed to relax.

He had to relax.

Otherwise, he wasn't quite sure what was going to happen to him. The power of the devil was feeling stranger and stranger all the time.

The End

Summary: Brutus Diel is wondering why his plans aren't working out, and Dusk is dealing with more stress than he realized.

Tags: M/M, cat, demon, orca, water, magic, oral, blowjob, rimming, obsession, curse, boar, Hell, vacation, cum, orgasm, voyeurism, series,