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The Devil May Care

Side Story: Brutus

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Seeing the black cat getting worshiped by his enslaved incubi sent a slight thrill through Brutus, though he kept it in check. The last thing that he needed was for this little kitten to realize just how much of a trap that he'd fallen into.

The master of House Diel did, however, allow himself a smirk. With Dusk's eyes closed, there was no way that he'd see it, and besides, this was such a masterstroke that he deserved something to show off his smugness.

One little invitation, one little game, and he is already all but mine...

The demon of Gluttony stroked his cock as he watched the black cat enjoy his double blowjob from the wolf demons, watching as that shaft throbbed upwards. Sure, it was bigger than his own, but that wouldn't matter. Dusk would learn what it felt like to be on the bottom, and then? Then, the Gluttony demon would be free to have his fun whenever he liked, however he liked.

As he walked up to the cat from behind, gripping those hips, he could feel just how supple the cheeks were, how they were soft but muscled, strong but smooth. They were different, he imagined, since Lucifer had gotten his hands on them. The former Satan had been quite fond of the right sort of asses, and had often customized those that he came in contact with. More than once, Brutus had noticed that the lovers of the former Satan had all borne a certain resemblance to one another with their rumps, almost as if the devil had been slowly warping those that he fucked to resemble a similar standard.

Whatever the reason was, it meant that they were always excellent, and Dusk's was just that much better than the others.

He slid his cock between those furred cheeks, feeling them suddenly squeeze down. He smiled, leaning forward, huffing softly against the cat's neck.

There were no words, of course. No demon needed to speak when they were getting what they wanted. Dusk had his blowjob, and soon, he would have what he needed to truly understand his position in Hell.

Brutus reached down, his fingers spreading the cheeks, his thumbs almost right against that pucker. It was already twitching, probably in response to the various lusts that were in the air, but he needed more than that. His thumbs stroked along the rim, disguising what he was doing with them.

A slow rune started to take form, drawn just above the hole itself. It burned in the power of Gluttony, of his own house and realm. He could feel the connection forming between them, the slight hunger that he was adding to that hole. The boar smirked, feeling his cock throbbing all the harder as he imagined what it would do over time.

A top you might be for the others...but under me...you will learn true hunger...

He huffed as he pulled at the pucker again, stretching it out just enough for the head of his cock to slide forward. The thickness of a boar's shaft was not to be denied, and as he bucked forward, the 'pop' of penetration was loud enough for both of them to hear.

Dusk grunted, sliding forward, momentarily weakened, and Brutus could have used that moment to increase the power of the sigil that he'd drawn. He did not; the boar knew better than to push that too fast, too quickly, despite the temptation. The hunger of ambition pushed him, but he was a man that knew how to control his appetites rather than letting them control him. He could wait, if he had to.

And in this case, he had to.

He ground forward slowly, feeling that velvety smooth hole clasping tight around him. That sigil had already started, building up the hunger to be fucked that lay in all different mortals, all different demons. He rolled his hips forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling that pucker clenching down differently on his cock. The inner walls were warm, though not yet as hot as a demon's, and the difference, the exoticness, was something that pleased the great boar.

In, out, in, out, his balls gently tapping against Dusk's as he forced the cat down, his own size making sure that the feline was more than willing to bend down for the double-blowjob going on down there. He wanted to see the cat cum, wanted to feel him give in.

A suddenly push back caught him by surprise, but it only confirmed to him that the runes were working, that the spell had taken form and it was already starting to pull Dusk down, to make him want this. The tingle of demonic aura running down the other male's back, the sudden warmth that surrounded his cock and milked it, only confirmed it.

MMmm, already falling? Lucifer must have done more to you than I thought...

Not that he was complaining. All Gluttony demons had their hungers, and his had started focusing on that ass right below him. That soft, black-furred, supple ass, with a pucker that was milking his cock for all that it was worth. He could feel every slow grind back, could feel that Dusk was trying to take control of the rut. It was almost cute, the fact that the kitten thought that he had any power against the lord of House Diel. It was cute enough that he allowed it, slowing down and letting the black cat set the pace.

It was slow, at first, but getting increasingly fast. It was Dusk's way of holding power, of keeping some level of dignity. Brutus huffed every time that he felt that hole clenching down on him, though, not in the least disappointed with the pleasure that he was getting. Dusk might have been the top before, but he knew how to use his ass.

He really knew how to use his ass.

"Mmmph...mmm..."

He grunted under his breath, huffing and puffing as the pleasure from having that hole sliding on his cock grew stronger. He started to pick up the pace again, matching Dusk and pushing him to go harder, faster. He could feel that pucker stretching around his shaft, and he wondered, flattering himself, if he was doing better than Lucifer had done. If he was outdoing the old Devil, then he was doing well, indeed.

In, out, in, out, his balls swinging forward to meet Dusk's, and there, he knew, he had outmatched the feline. A boar's balls were huge, a massive part of their manhood, and he outdid every other boar in the realm of Gluttony when it came to that. In, out, in, out, his balls swinging forward again and again, ramming against that bitch under him, using his cock and his musk and his aura to try and overwhelm the other male.

It was an unconscious thing, something that he could not help. No demon could have. They were inherently competitive creatures, forcing one another down, establishing hierarchies. He needed Dusk to be under him right then, and he was going to -

No, no, hold tight...hold tight...

He gripped the cat's hips harder, forcing himself to go no faster than Dusk did, making himself hold tight to the reminder that he needed to take it slow. The long game waited, and he couldn't afford to fuck that up. Not yet, not yet.

The sigil would do its job. Eventually, one way or another, Dusk would come back to him. One way or another, the marriage contract between them would be fulfilled. He would become the second Satan in all but name, and the little bitch beneath him would be a slut slave in truth rather than just in fantasy.

All he had to do was wait.

In, out, in, out, in, out...

And in.

He felt Dusk suddenly clench as he started to cum, and he grinned as he settled in for the long wait. After all, a boar could cum for a very, very long time, and he planned on giving this little kitten all the cream that he had worked so hard for...

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A meeting had been called between the different realms of Hell, and Brutus Diel knew Selene was playing a game again. She had her own objectives, her own agenda, and the lioness planned to drag the rest of the demons down that same route. Whatever it was, he needed to be sure that he could slow it down if he needed to.

A meeting between the demons of the Seven Vices was never quite complete. You could almost never count on Sloth turning up unless the meeting was held where Sloth happened to be resting on the time, and the others were scarcely more reliable. Pride, unless it was the one that called the meeting, would often stand aside just to show that it could. Wrath could be easily distracted, led down the route to war and pain. Greed merely needed to be shown something that it wanted more than the result of the meeting. Envy was easier still, needing only something to show its spite to. Gluttony was his, and there was no issue there.

Lust?

The boar smiled, snapping his fingers. A fiery portal opened to the realm of the Brothelic Houses, and two cervine figures stepped through, an incubus and a succubus that were brother and sister. They were both nude, both aroused, and both desperately holding the hand of the other as they approached his throne. They bowed, as they always did, and they kept their gaze towards the floor.

"Yes, Lord Diel?" they asked in unison.

"Let's cut to the chase. You have already received Selene's invitation, yes?"

The male of the two nodded, the female clenching his hand as she kept her eyes on the ground. They were obedient little slaves, long-since broken to the service of the boar. They knew their place, and knew that their only chance to survive lay in them receiving his good graces.

"You will go to the meeting."

"What?" The stag blinked. "But...why?"

"Don't question. Just do as I say."

He tapped his fingers together, his suit pulled tight against his skin. It was a bit annoying, if he was completely honest, but when it came right down to it, it was a good way to show off and be a little more intimidating than he actually was. The cut of his suit meant that it was constantly showing off his muscles, his strength, his body. There was nothing wasted, nothing held back in that.

And considering that he would be facing a demon representing Wrath at the meeting, more than likely, he wanted to keep hold of that.

The doe started to look up at him, and then looked away. She was twitchier than her brother, likely having gone longer without feeding. The demons of Lust were in a bad way, and he planned to take advantage of that.

Brutus reached behind him, dragging out a mortal soul. Almost immediately, the cervines lifted their heads, staring at it with a hunger that was so great that it might as well have been from his realm. Perhaps, in some ways, it was. There were those philosophers in Hell that imagined that Lust and Gluttony had once been related to each other. Certainly, they had certain similarities.

He dangled the mortal soul out of reach, shaking his head.

"This is the first part of your payment. The second will be a proper mortal. Half-dead, but half-alive, and that's all that matters."

"What do you wish?" the stag asked, panting as badly as his sister.

"Selene is going to start a meeting about the dark throne. She's likely going to push for two different possibilities. The first will be that there is a regent on the throne - likely herself - while the other will be that the throne stays empty for a while.

"If she pushes for a regent, you will deny her. If, on the other hand, she wants to leave the throne empty, argue for a time, and then give in."

"WHAT?!"

The doe leaped to her hooves, her eyes wild, her stomach pulled tight, her breasts full and her hips wide, but her body otherwise the picture of starvation. She wobbled as she stood up, obviously struggling to stay on her feet, but that didn't stop her from trying to shout at him.

"We need a ruler again," she said, panting. "We need someone that can open the portals to and from Hell. We're starving. We're dying!"

"And you will have none of that with a regent of Pride on the throne," he said.

"..."

"You sealed yourselves to me a long time ago," Brutus said, spinning the mortal soul between his fingers. "You gave yourselves to me when you were in the worst of ways, when your house was on the verge of dying off, when it was losing power against Ornar Onsen by the second. I have sustained you, kept you from sliding off that edge. In exchange, you have always agreed to do the favors that I have asked."

The siblings didn't argue that, as well they shouldn't. They were his creatures, after all, and they should know that better than this. The doe slowly fell back to her knees, though whether it was out of obeisance or exhaustion, he didn't know. Nor did he care.

He tossed the soul to them, and they split it, catching it and ripping it in two. A ghostly wail filled the chamber, all while the female shoved it between her legs, grinding on it, while the male shoved it down against his throbbing shaft. They both spasmed into orgasmic pleasure in less than a minute, the soul disappearing, its vitality sucked into them and leaving them both shuddering and panting for breath from pleasure and fulfilled need.

They were shaky, too, almost falling over as they knelt before him, but their eyes were no longer quite so dazed with hunger. They had their reminder: to deal with Diel meant fulfillment, so long as they did what they were told.

The stag slowly bowed his head.

"We'll...we'll do as you say, Lord Diel."

"See that you do. We wouldn't want to see our long-standing arrangement fall apart, would we?"

"...No, sir."

"No, indeed."

The boar demon leaned back in his seat, folding his fingers together and smiling at them. They flinched away from his grin, doubtlessly remembering the last time that he had stared at them like that, when they were starving, when their House was on the verge of falling in power in the realm of Lust.

It was a game that Brutus loved to play. A demon of Gluttony could do more than merely inspire a hunger in others. He could also find out what they hungered for, what they needed, what their position actually was. There was not a demon in this world that he could not read in that way, not a mortal that could escape his understanding. Ambition and Gluttony were twins, two sides of the same coin, and to fulfill the hunger in one's belly, one needed to know the right food to feed it.

The siblings craved their power in the realm of Lust. They held a tentative majority of support among the other Brothelic Houses, challenged only by an orc demon that held a large onsen of his own, and had named his House for it. Or, perhaps, the House had named the building. It didn't matter. So long as these two had the support of Diel, they could handle whatever challenges came their way.

And the tighter that they bound themselves to his House, the more that he could do to take control of the realm of Lust.

Selene, you might have the power of Pride, but I have my realm and others in my pocket. Whatever you do, I can check. Whatever plans you have, I can counter.

And his own Gluttony, his own hunger, would soon be filled. He had his spells on Dusk von Doom, and he could use those to bring him down. One day, the black cat would be even less than the mewling creatures before him. One day, the power of Gluttony would be first on the dark throne, and then...

Well, he would see where his hungers led him on that day. It would be quite the momentous occasion, for sure.

"Do you understand your tasks?" he asked the siblings.

"Yes, Lord Diel," they muttered, looking down.

"Don't be so upset. Your people will be cared for. They will be fed...so long as you keep doing what I tell you."

He knew what they wanted. They wanted the ample food that they could have gotten if he was a kinder master, or the food that they could have been given if they were willing to swallow their own pride and meet with the other demons. But considering the great damage that they had taken over the course of the many years that Hell had stood, nobody wanted to ally themselves with the realm of Lust.

They were weak, weak and damaged, driven by a hunger that was almost as great as his own, and with less power to resist it. Diel, at least, could hold his hungers in check with the knowledge that he could get more as long as he held back for the moment. The various Lust demons didn't have that advantage. They had killed much of their sources of food, and then made it worse for themselves by being pinned up by the power of Lucifer.

Now, they were the most numerous, but the weakest, of the seven realms. They had no choice but to accept the deals that he offered, no matter the terms.

"Now, go. You had best be ready for her."

"But...the mortal..."

"Hmmm...do you believe that you have earned a taste of him?"

The incubus and succubus groaned, nodding desperately. Brutus chuckled, snapping his fingers once more.

A mortal fox appeared, one that had sealed a deal with his realm long ago. A bit of political power, becoming the mayor of a city in some far-off area. Nothing that mattered, but the ambition had burned brightly enough in this one that he couldn't help but beg for the power to take it.

Now, he had to pay his dues.

"You may have a portion of him now. But no more than a potion."

"Thank you, thank you!"

They fell on the fox together, slamming him down into the stone floor of Brutus's great hall. The stag held the fox's legs high, while the doe slammed her ass down on the fox's face. The stifled groans were displaced with loud moans, ones that echoed through his halls. The two leading demons of Lust were quick to take their satisfaction.

Brutus leaned back on his throne, resting his chin on one hand as he watched them. The doe rode the fox's face, grinding her sex down on his chin and cheeks, while the stag rutted him like there was no tomorrow. Forward, back, in, out, forward, back, in, out. The thrusting, the grinding, the humping: it was all mindless, nothing but the instincts of the body, nothing to show a little consideration for saving for the future.

That was why the Lust demons were so doomed. They needed a leader, or they could not contain themselves.

The mortal screamed beneath them, his body starting to shrivel, his body drained even as the demons slammed themselves against him. The fox's cock was forced to cum, and the doe leaned down, gulping around the head of his shaft, sucking on it as if it were a straw. With each swallow, the fox seemed less himself, more and more of a shriveled raisin of a person.

Brutus chuckled.

"I said a portion."

"We know, we know," the stag said, pulling himself forward, pushing his sister's face out of the way to get a taste. "But it's been so long...we need it..."

"Then feed swiftly."

They did, and then some. By the time that two minutes had passed and he forced them away from the mortal, the fox was almost unconscious, completely out of it, and not in a good way. He looked desiccated, wheezing and huffing, puffing dust into the air from how dry the demons had sucked him. The Lust demons showed no shame.

They were not fully fed, but they were no longer on the brink of starvation. They were able to stand with some semblance of pride, their need stronger as one's cock and one's pussy throbbed, dripped, pulsed with their own obvious need. They were skinny, too slender by half, but they were no longer the picture of plague and starvation that they had been.

Brutus nodded, gesturing for them to go.

"You may leave."

"Yes, Lord Diel."

They passed through a portal of their creation, this time, and they disappeared from his sight. He shook his head as he watched it close, leaning back on his throne. That done, his thoughts drifted back to Dusk, and he grinned at the mental images that passed through his head. That perfect, black-furred ass was just what he needed at times like this, and soon enough, he'd have it all to himself.

It was perfect, utterly worthy of him...

And he needed it.

Time passed, and Brutus felt like the world was slowly turning his way. Hell had become ever more chaotic as time passed, and the attempts that Selene had made to exert some sort of control on the realm had come to nothing. Greed refused to support Pride, and Lust was his as it had ever been. Wrath tumbled about in scant connection to anything but itself, and as for the others? Envy had been pissed ever since Selene took control of Pride, and that meant that it would stand against her on pure spite. Sloth, as ever, was half-missing, half-present, and there was nothing to be heard from it no matter who asked it for support.

In all practical matters, Brutus had the power that he required. So long as he maintained his connection with the demons of Lust, he had two realms that would support him, which was more than Selene could say.

And when Dusk finally gives in...

His cock throbbed in his suit, and he growled to himself, the boar gritting his teeth as his hand drifted down to touch that throbbing thing. He had been tensing up, twitching with need more and more of late, and he didn't know what to do about it. All he knew was that it felt good, but he needed that ass.

Nothing else would do anymore. The various servants of the House, the slaves that he kept, the visitors of the realm of Lust, everyone that he bothered to fuck just fell short compared to that perfect ass that was waiting for him in the realm of Lust right then and there. The various demons that he had controlled, threatened, and blackmailed into being his slaves had told him that Dusk was there, almost in reach.

Almost.

He gritted his teeth in frustration, wanting nothing more than to reach out to that Brothelic House and pull the black cat to his throne, to put that ass over the arms of the throne and fuck it. That would be the only thing to satisfy him, now. The only thing that was good enough to do it.

If it had been almost any other House, he would have done it. Yes, it would have been intruding on another's territory, but he owned most of the various Houses in Lust. It was sheer bad luck that Dusk had gone to one of the holdouts, and he wished he could do something about that.

Invitations, perhaps, to see that Dusk went to another brothel, one from which he could be snared more easily. He was right on the verge of starting to pen a letter from one in his head when Brutus felt it.

Snap.

The sudden reverberation of a broken deal hit him like a bucket of water to the face. His eyes widened as he felt the sudden lack, the emptiness, the slack on the end of that deal. He had been feeding off of this one for some time, enjoying the power that it brought him, and it was suddenly done.

It only took a second of focus to realize that it was the buck that he had sent to spy on Dusk in Onsen's onsen, and only a second more to realize that the buck had completely betrayed him to take service under Dusk. The black cat had completely cut his surveillance in one fell swoop, something that he hadn't believed could happen.

How...

It wasn't that Dusk was more powerful, though at this point, even Diel believed that there was something to the black cat's victory over Lucifer than pure luck. The feline had taken the power of the devil and turned it into a weapon, and he had done more than that, using other powers.

Satan below, that competence somehow made him more desirable.

He gritted his teeth as his cock came right back up again, begging him to find that black cat and bring him here for a pounding. By now, even if he was resistant at first, that spell should have made him hungry as all hell for something up his ass. Maybe that was why he was in Lust in the first place, keeping his new hungers in check by going to different demons to fuck him. It would make sense, trying to protect his reputation and everything else.

That didn't make him feel better. The spell was supposed to keep Dusk addicted to his cock, not to others. While that would work for a while -

"Ugh..."

Brutus held his head in his hands, his jaw clenching and his teeth grinding as he kept flashing back to that black-furred ass. It was just so perfect. He wanted it so much, more than any other male that he had ever enjoyed.

Why couldn't he get it out of his head?

He needed to take control of the other Houses again before things started getting out of hand. If Dusk had managed to convince one Lust demon to change sides, then that meant that there was the possibility of others throwing in. If he lost control of the realm of Lust, then that meant that it would go to Dusk. A three-way battle of support if Selene didn't automatically throw in with him.

And she would, whatever her reasons might be. She seemed to have some sort of soft spot for him, and that would mean that the advantage would go from his to hers.

Their game would take an entirely new dimension, and when they started fighting for Dusk's ass -

No, for the throne...

For the throne...and...

"UGH!"

It took him several more days - and rippling through space and time that meant someone besides Heaven and Hell had started to take an interest in things - to realize that something had gone wrong.

Brutus had been on the verge of banishing his supporters from his courtroom and declaring all-out war on Onsen when he realized that he could not think of his orc annoyance. Instead, all that filled his mind was that black-furred ass, and he knew, he knew that wasn't the right thing. The obsession that had been burning through his mind finally had context, and he didn't like it.

"Out," he told his slaves and servants, and they obeyed quickly, to their credit.

For the first time since putting that spell on Dusk, two different hungers - the hunger for revenge and the hunger for sex - had come into equal power with one another, and it gave him a moment of clarity. He had never, ever hungered for sex this way. Not when he was a young demon, not when he had taken power, and not since he had actually had Dusk the first time. It was abnormal, out of proportion for what it was.

It was almost...

Magical.

"...He didn't..."

But there was a way to find out. Without hesitation - for it had been too long to be worth chasing that potential hook any longer - Brutus reached out and canceled the spell that he had laid on Dusk. The little sigil that he had laid on the black cat, the very thing that should have given him power by increasing the little slut's hunger for cock up his ass, ended with nothing but a thought.

And at the same time, so did most of his hunger for Dusk's backside.

"...Oh, you..."

Brutus could almost admire the trickery that had been pulled, if it weren't for the fact that he had been the butt - if one would pardon the phrase - of the reversal. If it had been something that had affected an underling trying something like this, he would have spent nearly a day laughing at their misfortune and admired the person that had done it. In this case, his fury knew no bounds.

With a roar that shattered the throne behind him, the boar threw the rubble across the room. It was controlled, however, a way of dispensing with his anger, a way of getting rid of it before it could cause him problems. Each throw spent some of the anger that burned at being bamboozled that way, venting it away before it could become a problem to his way of thinking.

At the end of it, he conjured a new throne, hungering for a way to sit and think. It supported him well, and he smiled as he realized that he had coated it with a strange, black fur. It was almost like he had skinned a cat and laid it across his throne.

Honestly, it felt right.

Brutus Diel took a deep breath, however, and realized how he had been sliding down the road to obsession. That was not a good place for a demon to go, and worse for a demon of Gluttony. They were creatures of hunger, and the more that one gave in, the more that they started to lose control and lose their ability to think clearly. It became something that would make them like the Lust demons, wasting opportunity for more in the future. They'd kill the sheep and wear its skin rather than sheer it and feed on occasional cuts.

Dusk had managed to essentially incapacitate him, leaving him vulnerable. And now, because he'd been utterly obsessed, the black cat had managed to sweep half of the realm of Lust out from under him, and maybe more. The connection between Hell and the mortal world had been felt throughout the lower realms, and that meant that everyone knew that a deal had been struck.

What would be done about it?

Who would side with who?

Would this be war, or the chance for true peace?

Thankfully, Brutus wasn't the only one lacking answers. He would imagine that, for all that Dusk had managed his moves with cleverness so far, that the black cat had no idea what sort of Pandora's Box he had opened with his latest move. The fact that Hell had been merged with the mortal world was something that the other side wouldn't take lying down, and it meant that there was something that more than just Lust demons could slip through.

Oh, sure, it would be violating a treaty or two, but there would be ways to sneak other demons through to the other side. Dusk might or might not become the second Satan; he had the power, but not necessarily the ambition to live down in Hell at all times, no matter the attractions that would come with it. Selene would try and guide him, but that would be difficult. For all that she had Pride, she would be pushing him in ways that he wouldn't always agree with, and he would want a second opinion.

If Brutus played his cards right, he could become that second opinion. And if not?

Well, there were other ways to deal with someone like Dusk. He still wanted the cat, but now? Now, it didn't have that same obsession. He was aware of it, and he controlled it rather than it controlling him.

He smiled.

"I give you credit for this much, Dusk...you have made it a much more interesting game than it has ever been before. Let's see just how much play you've got in you before you stop being interesting..."

The End

Summary: Brutus has had an interesting little build-up over the course of the series. This is some of what happened that wasn't seen.

Tags: M/M, M/F/M, obsession, boar, cervine, stag, doe, fantasy, daydreams, ass, anal, magic, series, modern fantasy, demon, nobility, blackmail, rape, orgasm,