She Reasons
Title: She Reasons
Fandom: Majin Tantei Nogami Neuro
Pairing: Neuro/Yako
Rating: M
Warnings: Demon anatomy. Het. Mentions of violence for the lulz.
Summary: They make do with incompatibily.
Notes: This...was bound to happen.
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She Reasons
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Neuro is much to large to slide inside her.
He can change his body and even his hair at will. His form can turn from a thin human-looking shape that’s all sharp lines and almost skeletal. When he changes he brings forth matter where there shouldn’t be any, takes it from where it should be as he slides back into something more human, more sane. He can change, but that part of him is something that can only change into something that’s clearly not meant to be inside a human. Especially not one her size.
They’d tried, once, only it’s a little like being filled with two cocks at once and there's sharp edges where there shouldn't be. That first time she'd almost tore and though he pushes and pulls, throws her at people, turns her neck until it cracks twice--a little more and she'd be able to see her own shoulder blades--and seems to delight in squishing and pulling at her temples and cheeks, she knows it's the nicest he's ever treated anyone.
Godai gets bent over Neuro's thigh backwards, knocked around and dangled off buildings. It's a degree worse than her treatment, but still nothing hateful. She figures it's like the way a human would treat a friend. A poke on the ribs, slap on the back or grip to the shoulder. The only real difference is that Neuro's affections usually leaves dents in walls and what of their wages isn't spent on electricity or food goes to medical and dry cleaning fees.
They make do with fingers and hands, mouths and thighs. It’s awkward, because she can rest a knee either side of one of his thighs and they both still have to arch--one forward, one back--to be able to kiss. Her fingers slide through his hair, catch on the baubles he has there, and she usually finds herself toying with them. He calls her a magpie, which she smiles at because it's a step up from worm or the vague 'lower animal' he liked to call her.
His teeth are odd. At times they catch on her tongue and lips and while they look sharp, they’re really no sharper than her own canines. He has a whole mouth of canines, longer than her own, and she discovers that they don't quite fit flush together. There are gaps between them, and he explains, in his own arrogant, derogatory way, that they're like that because when he'd first come to the surface world he hadn't been quite so sure of human anatomy. It was how he'd made himself, he who had a beak instead of teeth had no prior knowledge of how exactly they were meant to look past a rough idea.
Regardless of how intimidating they appeared, how many children cried at the very sight of him, she tells him that he'd done a good job. That they're nice.
They are.
They're nice against her neck as he nips between kisses and slightly rough sucks and licks. (He says that he's quite interested with how human flesh blushes, changes colour when he sucks, when he presses.) Nice against her clit when he slides them over, odd tongue and long, long fingers pushing, sliding against her. He's amused by how she changes colour down there too, how he can taste blood just beneath the surface of her skin.
If he were less of a demon, less respectful of humans and their curious unique brains, she thought he would have long ago disassemble a human body and laid out all the pieces as he did cars and phones when bored. Solving the mystery of their existence, of anything's existence, is just what he does. She rationalises, sometimes at night when she has time to herself to think, staring at him resting on the ceiling above her without a lick of regard for gravity, that this is the reason why he'd allowed this to advance so far.
He was exploring the mystery human minds. He, who cannot take apart the mind to feed on it, can only lick at the outer shell and dine on the scents of romance, friendship, love. He's used to things like hatred, jealousy and murderous intent. She figures he understands them to an extent, but the kinder, softer emotions; those he's clueless about and while she doesn't think he'd intended for their relationship to develop past Servant Number One and Master, he'd certainly taken advantage of the mystery of their relationship as lovers. The equality is something he was unused to, having been at the top of the food chain in hell. He’d never submitted to the whims of another to allow so much as a compromise.
That he’d pulled out that first time when she’d gripped his shoulders in a white-knuckled grip and demanded he get out, get out, is evidence of such.
That he comes back to her after his single breath in hell, shoe pressed against the outside of the plane in mid-flight after three years is something that she thinks is even more evidence of his growing understanding of humans. It’s a mystery that he has been working on for a long time, one that she thinks must be much more filling than any other mystery he's solved with her.
She wonders if, next, he'll solve the mystery of life. Of death.
She looks forward to it.
Fandom: Majin Tantei Nogami Neuro
Pairing: Neuro/Yako
Rating: M
Warnings: Demon anatomy. Het. Mentions of violence for the lulz.
Summary: They make do with incompatibily.
Notes: This...was bound to happen.
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She Reasons
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Neuro is much to large to slide inside her.
He can change his body and even his hair at will. His form can turn from a thin human-looking shape that’s all sharp lines and almost skeletal. When he changes he brings forth matter where there shouldn’t be any, takes it from where it should be as he slides back into something more human, more sane. He can change, but that part of him is something that can only change into something that’s clearly not meant to be inside a human. Especially not one her size.
They’d tried, once, only it’s a little like being filled with two cocks at once and there's sharp edges where there shouldn't be. That first time she'd almost tore and though he pushes and pulls, throws her at people, turns her neck until it cracks twice--a little more and she'd be able to see her own shoulder blades--and seems to delight in squishing and pulling at her temples and cheeks, she knows it's the nicest he's ever treated anyone.
Godai gets bent over Neuro's thigh backwards, knocked around and dangled off buildings. It's a degree worse than her treatment, but still nothing hateful. She figures it's like the way a human would treat a friend. A poke on the ribs, slap on the back or grip to the shoulder. The only real difference is that Neuro's affections usually leaves dents in walls and what of their wages isn't spent on electricity or food goes to medical and dry cleaning fees.
They make do with fingers and hands, mouths and thighs. It’s awkward, because she can rest a knee either side of one of his thighs and they both still have to arch--one forward, one back--to be able to kiss. Her fingers slide through his hair, catch on the baubles he has there, and she usually finds herself toying with them. He calls her a magpie, which she smiles at because it's a step up from worm or the vague 'lower animal' he liked to call her.
His teeth are odd. At times they catch on her tongue and lips and while they look sharp, they’re really no sharper than her own canines. He has a whole mouth of canines, longer than her own, and she discovers that they don't quite fit flush together. There are gaps between them, and he explains, in his own arrogant, derogatory way, that they're like that because when he'd first come to the surface world he hadn't been quite so sure of human anatomy. It was how he'd made himself, he who had a beak instead of teeth had no prior knowledge of how exactly they were meant to look past a rough idea.
Regardless of how intimidating they appeared, how many children cried at the very sight of him, she tells him that he'd done a good job. That they're nice.
They are.
They're nice against her neck as he nips between kisses and slightly rough sucks and licks. (He says that he's quite interested with how human flesh blushes, changes colour when he sucks, when he presses.) Nice against her clit when he slides them over, odd tongue and long, long fingers pushing, sliding against her. He's amused by how she changes colour down there too, how he can taste blood just beneath the surface of her skin.
If he were less of a demon, less respectful of humans and their curious unique brains, she thought he would have long ago disassemble a human body and laid out all the pieces as he did cars and phones when bored. Solving the mystery of their existence, of anything's existence, is just what he does. She rationalises, sometimes at night when she has time to herself to think, staring at him resting on the ceiling above her without a lick of regard for gravity, that this is the reason why he'd allowed this to advance so far.
He was exploring the mystery human minds. He, who cannot take apart the mind to feed on it, can only lick at the outer shell and dine on the scents of romance, friendship, love. He's used to things like hatred, jealousy and murderous intent. She figures he understands them to an extent, but the kinder, softer emotions; those he's clueless about and while she doesn't think he'd intended for their relationship to develop past Servant Number One and Master, he'd certainly taken advantage of the mystery of their relationship as lovers. The equality is something he was unused to, having been at the top of the food chain in hell. He’d never submitted to the whims of another to allow so much as a compromise.
That he’d pulled out that first time when she’d gripped his shoulders in a white-knuckled grip and demanded he get out, get out, is evidence of such.
That he comes back to her after his single breath in hell, shoe pressed against the outside of the plane in mid-flight after three years is something that she thinks is even more evidence of his growing understanding of humans. It’s a mystery that he has been working on for a long time, one that she thinks must be much more filling than any other mystery he's solved with her.
She wonders if, next, he'll solve the mystery of life. Of death.
She looks forward to it.