Through the Eyes of a Demon

1

Sparda pulled the covers over his head, wincing as his wife entered the room. He hoped she wouldn’t come to talk to him; he was too embarrassed of himself and perhaps of what he might say.

Sparda felt her small and gentle fingered brush his shoulders, wishing they were strong fingers, Mundus’ hands, caressing him and using his nice manly lips to kiss his neck playfully. He wanted a man! But…he could never tell Eva these things.

Eva slipped her fingers away, and it frightened Sparda because he felt as if she was listening to his maddening thoughts. He waited until she left the room when he took the covers off, sitting up with a slouch. If Mundus saw him when he was but a demon soldier…oh, he could here that manly voice already. He could feel Mundus’ rough hands as they forced him to sit up straight.

GOD! Was he drooling? Sparda wiped the side of his mouth. Geez, just look at the state he was in. He was a mess! By the GODS! But he was also exhausted, brain-dead, and couldn’t get Mundus out of his mind. Why did that damned man have to tease him like that?! It wasn’t fair! He already had enough on his mind, like his incestive sons. And poor Eva knew nothing about this. But she seemed to have suspected something.

Oh, how his headache throbbed. He needed rest. Yes, rest would be most lovely right now.

2

A Month Later… (NO, he did not sleep for an entire month!)

“Dad,” Dante said to his father, hugging him tightly. It was just like Dante to be in a happy mood. “Virgil and I are going out tonight, okay?”

“Yeah, be back before midnight though,” Sparda folded his newspaper and smiled to his son, although Dante was able to tell that there was a deep sadness beneath that smile. The truth was, Sparda hadn’t seen Mundus for about four weeks, and Eva was gone on missions to other countries to promote Christianity. Sparda might as well be sexually deprived. Nothing for a month! God!

“Father, you okay?” Virgil asked.

“Just fine,” Sparda went back to his newspaper, the safest place to hide his face. He would end up being lonely for the rest of the day, having nothing to do. Maybe he would go to his room and look at some playgirl and jack off, like usual. Maybe playgirl magazines were the only useful thing his wife brought into the house lately. She was deprived of sex as well. Why, she’d probably go ahead and find another man in those other countries. They haven’t done anything with each other in the longest of times, and Sparda didn’t think he would ever again.

The children left, yes…the children of Spardaaaa (mwuhahaha). They left in a hurry so that they would not be late for what ever they would be attending. Oh god, Sparda wished he had something fun to go to. Well, he liked tea things, especially the tea-cups. They always came in different shapes and forms, colours and neat styles. Like men did. GOD!

“That’s it!” he shouted to the air in his kitchen, “I’m going to the tea store! I shall make this my hobby! Fuck you boredom!”

3

Mundus knew he would come here, to the store of…tea. My God, was he gay or was he gay? Yes, he was. Of course he was! Sparda was crazy about Mundus—and what’s worse, Mundus knew about it. He felt like laughing manically, but to keep attention away from him was first-hand, until Sparda entered the store that was.

* ding *

There he was. Target in sight, ready to initiate flirtation sequence. It was also the perfect time to get him in bed, now that his wife was in another country…and now that Sparda was desperate for some ass-fucking. Mwuahahahah!

4

“Sparda! How lovely it is to see that you’re still alive and well!”

MUNDUS!!! When the hell—why? Sparda choked on his saliva, surprised to see the god before him smiling a menacing smile. What was he planning? Damnit Sparda was hard. But no! He couldn’t allow for the other man to see! He was here for tea things!

Mundus hadn’t his hair tied up today, which made him look slightly feminine, but it made his face, his lustful expression look more menacing. His eyes, those beautiful grey eyes seemed as if they were sucking his soul in, had had been doing it for a long time.

“Wh-what a surprise!” Sparda laughed nervously, his hand over his heart. He obviously was still trying to get over his shock. “What…are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you, my pretty,” Mundus licked his lips, those gorgeous voluptuous lips. Sparda imagined that it was his tongue sliding across that pink skin, into his mouth to massage the other’s tongue. He blushed and turned around. He came here for tea, to get rid of his lust—but no…Mundus just HAD to be here. “I have tea at my … temporary house. You should come over and try some of my tea.”

“Um—” but Mundus, I just got here. I wanted to—oh hell, why not? All for a good fuck, right?

“C’mon,” Mundus wrapped an arm around Sparda’s shoulder and lead him out the door, and to his apartment.

5

His apartment was really pretty, a bit oversized, but still gorgeous. Sparda had a grand tour of the place, and it was cute to watch Mundus get all excited about every room and here him say ‘and they don’t have that in the underworld. So, I’ll just take it with me when I take my leave’. The bedroom was last, of course. How else could Mundus’ plan go?

“So, do you like it?” Mundus’ tone of voice surprised Sparda, sounding as though he hoped Sparda would like his apartment rather than he knew Sparda would like it.

“Yes, it’s lovely, much nicer than my own home, but I have one thing you do not.”

“A family?” Mundus suddenly smiled.

“Well, no, I meant a study. How could you—”

“Oh just shut up!” Mundus leapt forward onto Sparda, kissing him fully and hard. Sparda felt his body get warm, but in a nice way. It was not the nervous feeling he used to get. He wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed him back, for himself and so that Mundus wouldn’t feel as though this is just one-sided. Mundus began parting Sparda’s buttons on his shirt, kissing his chest as he went along. Sparda moaned with pleasure, although he didn’t mean to. He brushed his fingers through Mundus’ long silky hair, smiling but looking….

“You look ashamed of yourself,” the older man’s silvery voice whispered, as if they were both, in fact, doing something very wrong.

“I—I just…I haven’t done anything in…a long while,” Sparda stated shyly as Mundus kissed his forehead and took off his Uke’s shirt.

“I see, well, I can be of some help, I hope,” Mundus giggled lightly, now kissing his lover’s bellybutton and fiddling with Sparda’s zipper. Sparda sat up, and followed Mundus.

“You take off your clothes too,” Sparda said, folding his arms on his now naked chest (drools, omg, I’m such a crappy author). He stared expectantly at Mundus, who blushed and then quickly ripped his shirt off. Sparda brought his lips onto Mundus’ masculine neck, gently nibbling on the soft skin, the skin he yearned to taste for so long. He brought his tongue out slowly, and moved his lips to Mundus’ own. Their tongues were just as entwined as their legs as they both struggled to get their pants off. Kissing while getting their pants off was a difficult thing, I tell you, but it was fun to have a challenge. Mundus liked to play hard to get, but only if he knew that he’d get what he wanted at the end. Anyway, they did successfully manage to get their pants off, and Mundus filled his mouth with cock right away. It surprised Sparda how … hungry Mundus looked. He licked and sucked as if it was the only thing he’s eaten in months. Sparda moaned, bit his finger, sucked on Mundus’ fingers. Then Mundus came up and lifted Sparda’s legs, kissing them, and looking over to see his pleasured lover smiling and drooling. He went up and licked Sparda on the cheek, then whispered “here I come,” and entered him. Now this was something Sparda never had happened to him. But he liked it, although sometimes it hurt. At least Mundus was here to guide him, almost as if he’d done this before…not that Sparda cared…but if he didn’t care he obviously wouldn’t be thinking about it. He hugged Mundus close to him, filling his mouth with Mundus’ tongue, tasting him, feeling his thrusts against him. Screaming, biting his lover’s shoulder. He loved him and he never wanted to leave his arms. He never wanted Mundus to stop touching him, to stop rubbing him and holding him. It was also interesting to hear his lover grunt, or see him hold his breath. Sparda didn’t understand why, but it was cute. It was cute seeing Mundus bite his lower lip, or his lover’s lower lips. He felt as if he was fulfilling a long-time desire. He didn’t want this to end though, but it did…when they both came, that was.

6

They lay next to each other on the bed, but it was too hot for covers so they were just naked. But Mundus liked looking at his uke, sleeping in his arms. It was something he would have tried to get done and over with a long time ago, but he didn’t know Sparda was planning to leave for some blonde bitch. But now he got what he wanted. He didn’t plan on letting go.

7

Sparda awoke, tired and expecting to be in his own bed. But no, he was in Sparda’s bedroom with a king-sized bed with black cum-stained sheets with red pillows. Mundus was not next to him, so he got up and grabbed a random robe and went out searching for his lover.

Mundus saw his uke come out of the bedroom, his hair ungelled for once and, damn, he looked sexy. He was wearing Mundus’ housecoat, and that was a cute turn-on.

“Tea?” asked Mundus, unplugging his kettle. “I forgot to make some yesterday, although it worked out either way.”

“You were going to drug me, weren’t you?” Sparda asked teasingly.

“Originally, but I didn’t have to,” Mundus jested back. “You’re going to be mine forever. Forget about your wife. She’s crazy and … I love you.”

“And I you,” Sparda replied, allowing Mundus to wrap his arms around him and nuzzle him on the side of his neck.

THE END! FOREVER!!

yes, my story writing skills always fail on the last chapter. I appologize.