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"Before we get out of Limbo, we need to pass through King Minos' court room." Draco said, the demon pushing away the bushes and branches that blocked their way revealing a giant stone castle.

"King Minos?" Brandon asked to confirm his suspicions. "Is it just me or is this really, REALLY identical to Dante's Inferno?"

"That's a good question." Draco laughed and patted Brandon's shoulder. "Actually, this writer... um... what was his name again?" he mumbled to himself, rubbing his head and snapping his fingers. "Dante Ali... Alli... Dante Alligator--"

"I don't think that's it." Brandon interrupted, trying really hard to supress his laughter.

"Whatever!" Draco scolded, trying to keep his mature-like composure. "Anyway, the writer of Dante's Inferno has actually been to hell. He's seen these things and lived through it... well... at least visions of it. He merely documented the experience and it became one of the best Italian literatures to date."

"And it also has a game and an animated movie." Brandon added.

"Really?" Draco asked. "I must've been gone longer than I thought. I'll have to ask you about the technological advances once we're done here. You're going to take me back to the mortal world and you will take me around and show me what's new!"

"But I thought you said you can't go back?" Brandon asked. "That you'd need... ah... I get it."

"You don't happen to have a mortal out there willing to be possessed now do you?" Draco asked quite sarcastically.

"Nobody in their right mind would want to be possessed by a demon." Brandon answered. "Unless you'd like me to get you a Satanist who'd love to be possessed by a demon any day."

"No... just don't." Draco shook his head in disgust. "I don't want to be around crazies..."

"They worship your kind and you don't like it?" Brandon asked.

"They're worshiping all the wrong things..." Draco answered, his voice softening in grief. "Demons aren't meant to be worshiped... we're just... not created that way."

Brandon stared at Draco with concern. For a demon, Draco's acting awfully... kind. "Um, are you always like this? I mean, concerned for the welfare of others?"

Draco was surprised by Brandon's question, but it wasn't too sensitive that he can't answer it. "I dunno. I guess I always had that... soft side in me."

"Some may wonder... if you truly are a demon." Brandon said with a reassuring smile and a gentle pat.

Draco stared at Brandon, wide-eyed with surprise. "If I wasn't a demon... then why am I here?"

"I guess we're gonna find out someday." Brandon cheerfully replied as he put his hood on. "Together."

"Then let's go, wouldn't want to keep Minos waiting."

The two pushed open the double doors and proceeded within Minos' castle until they made it into the center: Minos' courtroom. The court room was empty, except for the man that stood alone in the center. The long, torn up drapes waved as a breeze entered the courtroom. Minos stood at the center in deep contemplation, well aware of the presence of the two. "You again..." Minos mumbled as he turned to face his guests. "I hear you go by the name 'Draco' now, shall I pass it on to the others?"

"That would be nice of you." Draco answered as the two approached the man.

Minos looked like a mortal. He wore a black suit complete with a tie, leather shoes, a fancy watch and a jewelled cane. "I also here that you're on a journey with... 'Brandon' was it?"

"You're Minos?" Brandon asked.

"Hmph." Minos chuckled and held offered a hand shake. "Pleasure to meet you too."

"I didn't mean to be rude..." Brandon said as the two shook hands with each other. "It's just... you look human."

"He thinks this is Dante's Inferno." Draco added.

Minos nodded. "Ah, I see. Well it's true, how Dante depicted me is a form a choose to wear in... _formal_occasions such as when I judge the souls. Now, however, I'm merely entertaining a friend and his friend, so I chose to appear as something that you are quite familiar of."

"I see..." Brandon replied.

"Draco, I'll say it now before you even ask: I can't grant you access to the other circles." Minos said. "It's against the rules to just let souls come and go freely."

"Come on Minos." Draco protested. "We're going to a place more horrible than this, it's like we're volunteering to be punished."

"But it is a fate HE does not deserve." He said gesturing to Brandon. "He's not even dead yet, he shouldn't even be here."

Draco searched his mind for a way through, then an answer came. "Fine, I'm calling it."

"What?" Minos and Brandon asked in unison, staring at Draco with question.

"I seem to recall a favour I did for you regarding escaped souls." Draco replied. "You still owe me for that and I'm calling it. Let us through."

The room seemed to react to Minos' rage as the place lit up and the torches flared. But that rage soon died down and Minos sighed. "Alright... fine. I DO owe you a favour and it's only fair that I stick to my word. You may pass."

"But you don't even know where we're going." Brandon asked.

"That's the catch." Minos replied. "That favour he did for me isn't as life-threatening as you quest. The best that favour will get you is passage from Limbo. If you wish to go to Lucifer, you have to go through the other circles first."

"That's unfair." Brandon protested. "Why don't you just send us to the ninth circle and be done with it?"

"That's not how it works." Minos replied, his temper being pushed to the limits.

"It's alright, Brandon." Draco added, placing his hand on Brandon's shoulder to pacify the situation. "There's no harm in going through the other circles first."

With that, Minos tapped his can on the floor and a column of fire burst beside him. When the fires died down, the smoke cleared and revealed a spiral stair case leading deep into the ground. "That's your way to the second circle. Good luck on your trip Draco, say hello to Asmodeus for me." The last sentence was a bit harsh, and angry in tone.

Brandon felt awkward with that last sentence but all Draco did was laugh. "You still mad at him?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Minos asked. "Just say hi to him. I'm guessing you'd want to get out of hell once you're done. I can help you with that IF you do me this favor."

"Will do." Draco replied cheerfully as the two descended the staircase and into the circle of Lust.

"You know, this isn't what I had in mind when you said we'd be in lust!" Brandon yelled through the howling wind as the two tried their very best to stay grounded, fighting the raging storm of the circle of lust.

The spiral staircase led them deep into a dark tunnel that led them to the circle of Lust. The circle of lust was like one giant island with a large castle at the center. The raging winds and tides blew against the stone bridge that led to the castle. The island cliffs battered by the huge waves and the occasional unfortunate soul that flew with the wind and smack head first onto the rocky surface. The two find themselves struggling against the force of the wind, making their way for the castle.

"Yeah... I sort of didn't think about that on the way down here." Draco was less that concerned. In fact, he was laughing maniacally. "It's best you keep your wings folded, wouldn't want you flying around! Take your damn robes off, they may be cool and Assassin's Creedy and all but they'll slow you down and make things worse! And most of all, the top priority, make sure your weapons are secured! I don't want no sword stabbing my face just because you're walking ahead of me!"

Brandon could barely keep his eyes open, the raging winds just won't lighten up. He tried his best to stay grounded but each step just threatened to send him flying. "One, this is a folded as my wings can go and they're still flying in the breeze! Two, I can't take off my robe now or fix my equipment, the winds will blow me away!"

"Fine!" Draco yelled and blasted a hole on the cliff. "We'll go take a break there!"

After struggling to get to that cave that Draco made, the two were finally safe from the winds and managed to rest. "Huff... huff... wha-what now?" Brandon asked, panting and gasping for breath.

"Well..." Draco hid it well, but he too was drained of stamina. "I think it's best if we just... rest here..."

"Heh... you're tired too aren't you?" Brandon asked.

Draco stared at Brandon in disbelief and started panting himself. "I shouldn't be..." Draco panted. "I've been here before... several times... flying even. And now I'm gasping for air at a few minutes of walking."

"Aw, don't feel so bad." Brandon cooed, slowly unbuckling his belt to put down his sword as previously instructed and placing the sword in his bag. "And don't ask about the bag, it's enchanted so it can hold multiple objects several times larger than itself."

"I don't give a damn about your bag..." Draco gasped and panted as he expanded and reshaped the cave with magic to fit the two of them comfortably. "...as long as it has wood there for fire."

"No, it doesn't have wood for fire." Brandon answered as he slowly removed his robes. "Um... do I still have to remove these?"

"Yes, they'll slow you down when travelling and they'll attract unwanted attention." Draco replied.

"Unwanted attention?" Brandon asked, completely removing his robes revealing his naked dragon body.

"Yeah, it's not every day we see someone as well dressed as you here." Draco replied. "And have you always been naked under those?"

At first, Brandon didn't understand Draco's question until he looked down. "Oh, well yeah... I don't really have the need to wear an undershirt. Well, except for underwear of course."

"Yeah... underwear ONLY." Draco mumbled.

"Does this make you uncomfortable?" Brandon asked, feeling an awkward sensation welling up inside. "You yourself are more naked than I, wearing nothing at all."

"I wear a veil of darkness." Draco replied, trying to keep his cool. "Demons don't have the need to wear something natural, we wear what makes us look more awesome. Like my brother who's buck naked but is insanely buff and has awesome looking scales, he gets the bitches all the time. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if we find him here... although I hope we wouldn't."

"Interesting..." Brandon mumbled, scratching his chin. "I'm guessing your scales aren't jet black in color."

"They aren't." Draco replied. "They're more of a crimson red."

"Ah..." Brandon nodded.

Some time passed with complete silence as the two huddled next to a red-hot glowing rock. A rock that Draco spent some time heating carefully so the two wouldn't freeze to death in the damp cave. Brandon sat there, his eyes getting heavier by the second. It was odd, a second ago he felt fine, wide awake, but now he feels as if he's been up for days. But what concerns him the most was the heat that he felt inside... the stirring sensation deep within himself... driving him crazy.

"That's Asmodeus for you..." Draco said, breaking the silence.

"What?" Brandon asked.

"What you're feeling right now... that's his ability to manipulate someone's lustful desires." Draco replied, turning his attention towards Brandon. "You can't fight it, not when you're completely new to this sensation, the maddening sensation of an intense libido, the undying urge to just release all that tension."

"And the drowsiness?"

"It's easier to manipulate someone when they're tired." Draco answered. "His winds constantly drain the stamina of those exposed to it. The reason I wear this veil of darkness is so that I'm surrounded by my own... um... 'atmosphere'. The effects of magical weather do not affect me."

"Magical weather?"

"My you have an awful lot of questions." Draco mumbled and sighed. "Oh well, just keep 'em coming. Magical weather is what I call the atmosphere of each circle in hell. I was very childish when I first scoured each circle so I called it something immature. Each circle has its own atmosphere, like how limbo has a very depressing feel to it--"

"You seemed affected by that." Brandon interrupted with a chuckle.

"Shut up." Draco scolded. "Anyway, Limbo has a depressing atmosphere, Wrath's atmosphere would easily provoke you and Lust's... well, that should be pretty obvious now shouldn't it?"

"What should I do about it?" Brandon asked, trying his best to ignore his pulsating member, demanding his attention.

"It's best you just ignore it." Draco answered. "Occupy your mind with something else like this question and answer thing we're doing."

"That's pretty hard... *yawn*...especially when I'm this... tired..." Brandon could barely complete a sentence without yawning every now and then. He panted and gasped heavily, his mouth was watering and dripping with saliva and it seems that his whole body is shivering, just trying to hold back his primal urges.

"Then sleep it off." Draco suggested. "Hopefully the worst you'll get is a wet dream. That shouldn't do much to you."

"D... do much to me?" Brandon asked, slowly resting his body on the heated rock. "What do you mean?"

"I don't really know the exact details." Draco replied, staring far away into the distance for answers. "Some say that committing something lustful in the presence of Asmodeus makes them lose their sanity, some say their souls are taken by the demons to be toyed with for all eternity. Don't worry though, I'm here." Draco turned to face Brandon, a calming smile of reassurance on his face. "I'll keep you safe. Just go to sleep, we'll figure out what to do when you wake up."

"O... okay." Brandon nodded as he rested on the heated rock and slowly drifted to sleep.

Sleeping wasn't any better for Brandon's condition. Simply closing his eyes made it a whole lot worse as images and noises played in his head. He could feel something brushing against his cock, though nothing was there. His entire body was in heat and he tried his best to ignore all those urges. He shifted uncomfortably, slowly growing irritated at the situation he was put in. His tail thrashed about, unable to hold back all the pent up energy. He couldn't get any sleep whatsoever, he just laid there, curled up on the floor, gritting his teeth, clenching his fists and writhing in frustration.

Slowly he opened his eyes, everything was a blur, his vision was hazy but he knew one thing: he was no longer at the cave with Draco. He struggled to no avail, his hands were bound above his head leaving him hanging, his feet were bound beneath him as well. He hung about a few feet above the ground, the storm on the outside rumbled and howled against the stone walls. Brandon calmed himself and turned his head to view the room, nothing was to be seen but the torches that poorly lit the room. Looking down, he noticed that he was now naked, his member fully erect, throbbing, and leaking out copious amounts of pre.

"Oh, I see you're finally awake." A male voice echoed around the room. "Shame, you were so fun to play with as you slept. Or maybe you'll be better awake. I wonder..."

"Who's there!?" Brandon exclaimed with rage as he struggled to get free. "Release me immediately!"

"Ooh, you're such a dominant little boy." The voice cooed effeminately. "But you were so submissively while I played with you not too long ago." The voice echoed again, this time with a much stern tone.

Brandon focused, he started analysing the area and his surroundings. Perhaps he can break free using magic but this mystery assailant would get in the way. He had to know who or what this person is and if he can take him on before starting anything rash.

"Interesting... you're capable of magic yourself." This time it was a woman's voice that echoed across the room. "Perhaps that's why--"

"Draco," A child's voice interrupted. "Mr. Minos says he goes by the name Draco now."

"There's so many of them..." Brandon thought to himself still struggling to get a clear picture of what's happening. No matter how hard he cast his net or spread his radar he just couldn't tell what was around him. The storm outside, the 'magical storm' was causing too much of a disturbance for a clear analysis.

"Still don't get it, Brandon?" A familiar voice echoed, Draco's.

"D... Draco?" Brandon gasped, staring at what he was seeing with disbelief.

The Demon emerged from the shadows of the poorly lit room. It WAS Draco, the jet black draconian demon slowly approached the bound dragon and sensually rubbed his hands across Brandon's chest. "Well, someone's been working hard to keep his body in shape." Draco cooed as his hand ventured across Brandon's body.

"Wh... what are you doing?" Brandon moaned with every touch. His body felt like it was turning into jelly, every touch, every movement, all of it just felt unbearable for the dragon. "You said... we mustn't do anything lustful in this circle..."

"Aw, but where's the fun in that?" Draco leaned in closer and gave Brandon a lick to the cheek. "It was getting boring in that cave anyway, I thought maybe you and I could have some fun." Draco slowly kept licking, his tongue growing ever closer to Brandon's lips.

Brandon was now gasping and panting heavily. Something was wrong, so very wrong, but his mind was too hazy for him to even think straight. "S... stop..."

"You make the cutest sounds when you're being touched like this." Draco chuckled as he stopped his assaults. "Oh, will you look at that, your cock's still asking for attention."

"Why are you doing this?" Brandon panted, his tongue lolled out and dripped with saliva. As much as he wanted to fight it, the powers of this circle were just too much for him to bear. He felt the need, the immense desire to release that he just couldn't fight it.

"I just want to keep you safe... to make you happy." Draco whispered as he wrapped his arms around Brandon, their bodies pressing against each other, and Draco staring passionately into Brandon's eyes.

Brandon couldn't hold himself any more, his mind was slowly eating itself away. The power of Lust was just too great, he wanted to just let it go... he NEEDED to just let it go. But...

A hooded figured loomed behind Draco wielding a blade. "GAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Draco exclaimed as the blade pierced through his side and pulled him away from Brandon.

"Draco!" Brandon shouted as he watched in horror as his friend quickly bled to death on the floor. "NO!"

SLAP!

Brandon was immediately silenced when his face was met with a painful slap. Brandon stared at his assailant, bewildered for a moment until his vision cleared and he realized who the assailant was.

"Draco?"

"I see that you and... THAT were about to make passionate love." Draco smirked as he removed his robes. "By the way, I hope you don't mind that I enchanted your robes a bit. That way you won't bitch about how horny you are."

Brandon still had no idea what was happening. "But... you were just..."

"That was one of Asmodeus' illusions." Draco replied, placing the robes on the floor and cutting Brandon's restraints. "Wait... you saw... me?"

Brandon dropped to the floor with a thud, his body was too exhausted to even balance himself. "Uh... yeah... is that a bad thing?" Brandon asked, trying his best to get up and stand upright.

"No, it's not a bad thing." Draco replied, approaching the dragon and helping him up. "Asmodeus can use anything to molest you. But to use me... either he's gone to an all new level of low or he's teasing me."

"Teasing you?" Brandon asked.

"Not now." Draco picked up the robes and gave it to Brandon. "Here, put some clothes on. It's better to be dressed when speaking with Asmodeus."

"It's sort of hard when I have this ridiculous boner." Brandon said pointing at his still throbbing cock. "I don't think it's going down any time soon."

"Right..." Draco mumbled, scratching his chin. "Fine, let's go make Asmodeus remove his curse--"

Before Draco could finish his sentence, Brandon tackled him to the ground. For a guy who's had his energy completely drained, he sure packed a hell of a punch with that body slam.

"Dude, what!?" Draco protested as he tried to push Brandon away but to no avail.

Brandon pushed his throbbing cock into Draco's asshole and began thrusting hard and fast. Brandon was gone, his consciousness was wiped clean by intense lust. He could think of nothing but to fuck and fuck until the end of time.

"Sorry man, but you leave me no choice." Draco grabbed Brandon's face with both hands and charged a pulse into the dragon's head, knocking him out.

"Ah, Draco!" The demon called out with glee as Draco entered the chamber. "I hear you go by that name now, how are you?"

"Cut the crap Asmodeus, you know why I'm here." Draco bitterly scolded. "Fix my friend right now or I'll fix you."

Asmodeus' smile slowly faded away and turned into a questioning expression. "You dare threaten me in my domain?"

"You dared to kidnap him without my knowledge." Draco replied quite coldly. "And you know very well that my powers far surpass yours. Besides, Minos says hi."

"I see..." Asmodeus slowly stood up, the shadows around the room covering his body and forming armor. "Then it's my turn to share with you something. Your brother was less than happy about this journey of yours, he retreated to the circle of violence and has send an order for your execution. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to kill you."

Draco's clenched fist was engulfed in white hot flames and the fire of the torches that lit the room grew in intensity and enveloped Draco's body forming his armor. "You can try."

"Draco!" Brandon exclaimed as he awoke from his sleep. He viewed his surroundings and found that he was still within the chamber where he was held captive. Lying next to him was the sleeping, injured Draco. "Oh my... what happened to you?" he whispered as he examined Draco's wounds: several deep cuts and bad bruises that littered his body.

"Guh..." Draco winced as Brandon accidentally touched one of his cuts. "B... Brandon?" he moaned in pain as his eyes slowly opened. "You're finally awake... now you can tend to my wounds."

"What happened to you?" Brandon asked.

"Well, while you were busy fapping like no tomorrow, I was busy fighting Asmodeus." Draco replied, curling up into a ball and wrapping his body within his wings.

"That explains your injuries..." Brandon mumbled, pulling out some bandages from his pack and a couple of other first aid supplies. "How did you save me?"

"Don't ask..." Draco mumbled. "Please... just don't."

Brandon let out a weak chuckle of amusement. "Was it too disturbing for you?"

Draco didn't even respond other than the moans of pain that he occasionally uttered.

"Oh well, I can't treat your wounds if you're covered up like that." Brandon pointed out as he prepared his supplies. "Get over here so I can help you."

With a moan of discomfort, Draco managed to sit himself up. His veil of darkness, his clothing, slowly melted away revealing his black and crimson scales covered with scars, wounds and bruises. "Just be quick with it, I want to go to sleep already."

Brandon worked as fast as he could without hurting Draco. He patched up the wounds and the bruises and covered Draco with a towel. "So, will we camp here for a while?" Draco remained silent. "Oh, you're sleeping already? I guess that's a yes then. We'll leave as soon as we're awake." Brandon slowly positioned himself next to the wall and rested his head on his pack. "Huff... I couldn't have made it through this circle without Draco's help... I wonder what else lies in wait for me out there..."