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Title: Chained
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: hellionx609
Genre: Angst, Drama, Smut
Ratings: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these lovely people.
Pairings/Characters: AoixUruha
The creaking of the heavy steel door echoed through the room, stirring the almond colored eyes behind a thick black blindfold. Uruha strained to his knees against the heavy chains tethering him to the floor, trying to focus his hearing o the footsteps coming nearer to him.
“Look at the mess they left you in,” the familiar voice of his groom, Aoi said. He could feel the other’s cold hands running over the sticky remains of semen on his calves and thighs. He clicked his teeth against the metal bit in his mouth to acknowledge the other’s words.
“I’ll take that out, beautiful,” Aoi responded, and Uruha could feel the straps loosen before the other man’s gentle hands pulled the metal from between his teeth.
“Thank you, the honey blonde whispered, and then flinched. He’d forgotten that he was not allowed to speak, not even to his groom.
With a heavy sigh, the raven pulled a leather paddle from the wall. In one swift movement, he brought the paddle across Uruha’s thighs, a loud crack sounding through the room. He bit his tongue, drawing blood in an attempt to hold back a scream that escaped as a pained whimper.
“I hate hurting you, Uruha,” Aoi whispered. “There are other approved methods to punish you that don’t involve pain, beautiful. I’d be risking my own life, though, and everyone else touches you. If I did it too, it wouldn’t be special.” He sighed again, playing with the paddle. “Nine more.”
Uruha flattened himself against the floor, looking back blindly in the direction the groom’s voice had come from. He hoped that his desperate expression showed around the blindfold.
Aoi stopped in mid-swing, his eyes scanning the honey blonde’s features. He knelt down, pulling off the blindfold.
Uruha’s eyes were wide with fear. He tried to move away, but the heavy chains tying him down prevented any movement away from the groom. A small whimper escaped him as he pressed his head to the floor.
“Why are you so frightened, Uru?” Aoi questioned, running his fingers through the honey blonde’s hair. “You know how much I hate hurting you.”
“You are rather ineffective at punishing this slave,” the slave master, a brutal blonde man named Reita chuckled. He leaned against the doorframe, an amused smirk raising his lips. He sauntered in, sitting in a wooden chair, his eyes fixed on the red welt on Uruha’s upper thighs. “We are to show no compassion to these diseased whores, Aoi. If you insist on providing him with comfort, you will share his fate.”
“Sir, I apologize,” the raven said, softly.
“Apologies are useless,” Reita scoffed. “You know that.”
Aoi lowered his head, not sure what the slave master would do to them. He’d ordered grooms to castrate themselves in the past. Recently he had even switched the roles of a slave and a groom.
“I’m about to punish both of you,” Reita said with a sadistic grin. “I want you to fuck this slave.”
Aoi paled. One thing every groom knew was that the slaves were diseased. It was the main reason they were in that position to begin with. Regardless of the heath issues, men were allowed to do whatever they wanted to the slaves. They weren’t required to use any form of protection. The result was a toxic mix of diseases that claimed the lives of many of the slaves. Their bodies were then sold th the highest bidder with a sick fetish. The image of Uruha in pieces on some guy’s floor made his skin crawl.
“May I clean him first, sir?” the raven questioned, looking at the bucket he’d brought in the room with him.
“No,” the blonde growled, pouring himself a glass of red wine. “You can play in his filth. You aren’t any better than he is.”
Aoi nodded, looking down at Uruha, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. He wanted this. He might have taken him before if the feat of infection hadn’t been so strong. The fear of being torture far outweighed his fear of a slow death from whatever diseases the honey blonde might be carrying.
He ran his fingers down the other’s back, over the chained belt used to keep him down. The raven began to wonder how much Reita would allow him to do. He pulled a steel bar off the wall, fixing it between Uruha’s knees and fastening the straps on his thighs to keep his legs apart.
Reita lounged back in his chair, taking another sip of the crimson liquid in his glass. It amused him to watch the groom’s planning. He let out a deep breath, running his hand over the growing bulge in his pants.
“Fuck him raw, Aoi,” the blonde ordered. “You are not allowed to use lube. Make him bleed.”
“Sick bastard,” the raven mumbled, positioning himself in front of Uruha. “I need help, beautiful.”
He pulled his semi-limp dick from his loose pants, holding it close to the honey blonde’s lips. He had never performed well in front of an audience, especially when that audience consisted of a person who could have him killed with a simple hand gesture.
Uruha shifted his almond gaze up at the face of his groom, his expression clearly showing the betrayal he felt. He reluctantly parted his lips, allowing the other to slide his member into his mouth. The urge to bite was so strong he could feel his teeth beginning to lower around the sensitive skin of Aoi’s cock. It took everything in him to hold back, fearing the consequences of a bite in front of the slave master. His teeth grazed the skin slightly, but the reaction he received was an unexpected moan. He could feel the raven harden in his mouth, making him want to gag more. He wished he had a gag reflex so his body would mimic his distaste. Fellatio disgusted him more than anything. Just thinking about all of the different bodily fluids that passed through the organ made his stomach churn, but under Reita’s gaze, he didn’t dare react.
Aoi’s fingers tangled in Uruha’s hone blonde hair, gripping it tightly to anchor himself as he began to thrust against the back of the other’s throat. He could feel Uruha’s subtle protest, the tensing of his jaw letting the groom know he wasn’t pleased, but the sensation of his teeth grazing the tender skin only excited Aoi more.
Uruha tightened his teeth slightly, warning the raven. Even with Reita present, he would bite down if the groom continued this assault on his mouth. Aoi gripped his hair tighter, yanking the honey blonde’s head back painfully.
“You aren’t in control here, Uruha,” the raven growled, slapping the other hard across his face. Blood trickled from a tear in the slave’s lip as he looked up at Aoi, anger emanating from his almond eyes.
“Don’t mark his face,” Reita stated calmly. He was much more concerned with Uruha’s marketability than his well being. A little bit of blood hardly concerned him, but a permanent scar may drop his value, which the slave master would not accept. “Get on with it, Aoi. I don’t have all day.”
He checked his watch, eager to try out a new slave that had been brought in from a remote farm. It always made him happy when farmers defaulted on their debt to the prefecture and were forced to sell their children. The new slaves were usually disease free until they started working, which meant that he could have fun without worry. But first, he wanted to make sure Aoi and Uruha were punished. It was as good as foreplay for him.
Aoi walked around the honey blonde like a vulture. He dipped a finger between the other’s delicately sculpted ass cheeks, smirking at how far the sticky mess from his last client had covered him. His grin grew wider at the tensing of Uruha’s entrance as he prodded the puckered skin with a long forefinger, tracing over the rim.
Uruha’s eyes moistened, but he refused to let either man see him cry. He’d be damned if either one saw him in a moment of weakness.
Aoi slid his thumb inside the opening, amazed at how tight the abused entrance was despite the multitude of customers the slave would service daily. He pulled out his thumb, replacing it with his index finger. He smiled as the muscles tensed around his fingers.
“So you do like it,” he mused, exploring Uruha’s insides while adding a second finger to stretch the opening.
Reita finished his glass of wine and poured another. He released his erection from his pants, running a strong hand over the smooth skin. If he hadn’t know what diseases were listed on the honey blonde’s chart he would have joined in, but he wasn’t willing to risk HIV. If it wasn’t for that one disease, everything he could get would have been curable. Aoi’s life meant nothing to him. The disease would stay between this pair.
Aoi pulled his fingers out of the honey blonde, glancing over at the slave master. He smirked at the sight of the blonde masturbating, amused by the reaction. He positioned himself behind Uruha, aiming his member at the honey blonde’s entrance.
“Don’t tense, love,” he murmured, placing his hand on the slave’s back gently. His thrust was anything but gentle. He continued to thrust forward, burying himself within the other. He didn’t get and gentler as he continued. Uruha struggled to not cry out, a small whimper escaping him as he felt his ass stretching painfully. He fell forward, pressing his forehead against the ground.
Aoi gritted his teeth, the friction causing a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. He continued to thrust, feeling his balls twitch as he grew closer to release. He glanced at Reita, confused when the slave master was not in his chair, but pacing around the two like a vulture.
“You’re his now,” the blonde said with a smirk. “You’re sharing all of his diseases and when he dies, you’ll take his place.”
Anger flooded through the groom’s veins. He dug his nails into the honey blonde’s hips. He thrust more harshly into the other, ignoring the slave’s whimpers. Flecks of red landed on the honey blonde’s thighs, but Aoi was beyond caring. He ignored the blood and continued to thrust into Uruha.
Uruha could feel hot tears streaking down his cheeks. He could feel the skin inside him tearing more with every thrust, but it didn’t feel like Aoi was getting close. Desperate for it to be over, he reached backward between his legs, groping the raven’s balls.
“Please…” he whispered, praying to feel Aoi’s orgasm quickly. His trick seemed to be work. He could feel the other getting closer, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic. With a few hard thrusts, he could feel the warm wetness filling him. Even with the burning sensation, it brought some relief to the abused hole. He whimpered as Aoi pulled out, the movement causing him to tear further. He could feel blood and cum dripping down his thighs. He took deep shaky breaths to calm himself, knowing he was not permitted to cry unless the customer ordered it, but his tears fell, refusing to be held back.
Reita knelt down in front of Uruha, lifting the slave’s chin with the barrel of his hand gun.
“Hush, Uruha,” he cooed, locking eyes with the honey blonde. “I’m about to give you the gift of a choice.” He glanced at Aoi. “Clean your mess, Aoi.”
“Yes, sir,” Aoi responded, cleaning himself with a cloth before lifting his bucket to clean Uruha. He began washing the tender areas, cleaning away the filth from himself and the previous client.
Silently, Uruha stared into the slave master’s dark eyes, flinching only slightly as the raven ran over a sore area.
“Here’s my offer, Uruha,” the blonde continued. “Spend a night with a high en client with the same disease profile as you, and sleep in the comfort of the guest suite. In the morning, I will put you out of your misery and Aoi will take your place. If you don’t accept, you will stay here.”
Uruha glanced behind him at Aoi. Earlier in that day he would not have put the raven in that position, but he felt betrayed by the other’s actions and the thought of death was a welcome notion. His almond eyes locked back on Reita, asking silently for permission to speak. The slave master nodded, awaiting the honey blonde’s response.
“I…” He began, shooting a second glance to Aoi. “I want to die.”
Aoi froze, glaring at Uruha.
“You would do that to me?” he questioned, anger flashing across his face.
“You are just as bad as they are,” the honey blonde whispered softly. “You enjoyed hurting me. I hope my diseases eat you from the inside out.”
Reita smiled at the vicious comment from the slave. For a moment, he considered having Uruha promoted to an enforcer, but more than half of the requirement for that rank the honey blonde would not meet.
Aoi turned, kicking Uruha hard in the ribcage. The slave fell on to his side, curling in to grasp his chest as he struggled to catch his breath.
“You better pray no ribs are broke ,” Reita growled, pushing the raven away to assess the damage. Clients paid less for corpses with broken bones or missing limbs.
Anger clouded the groom’s mind. He lashed out, fighting for the slave master’s weapon. He quickly gained the upper hand since he had taken the other off guard. Aoi stood there, gun in hand, staring the two other men.
“Put the weapon down,” Reita ordered.
“Fuck off, Reita!” Aoi yelled, aiming the gun at the blonde’s face. “You aren’t in control anymore.”
“You’re stupid to think that I need a gun to control you,” Reita smirked, keeping his voice even as he stared at the barrel of the gun.
“You aren’t going to control anything anymore,” the raven spat. He squeezed the trigger, watching as a single bullet pierced through the other’s eye. Reita fell to the floor, the empty socket leaking blood onto the smooth concrete surface. Uruha screamed as the slave master’s body fell in front of him, struggling against his chains, his animal instinct to flee taking over. The sound caught Aoi’s attention. He turned his head toward the honey blonde.
“Just you and me now beautiful,” the raven murmured, turning to face the terrified slave. “You didn’t really mean it, did you? You wouldn’t really want me to take your place, right?”
Terrified, Uruha turned his head toward the door, praying that someone was close enough to hear.
“Help me!” he screeched. Calmly, Aoi leaned down, kneeling beside him.
“You’ll be dead before they get through the door,” the raven remarked, using the barrel of the gun to brush aside the stray strands of hair hanging in Uruha’s face.
“Aoi, no,” the honey blonde cried. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
“I’m sure it won’t hurt too badly,” Aoi cooed. “You could have tried to flatter me, you know.”
Uruha trembled, his eyes fixed on the floor. The growing red pool was getting closer to where he was chained, a stark reminder of what had just happened. It made his mind race.
“You… you killed Reita,” he stammered, his almond colored eyes darting from the blood to the blonde’s body then to the gun and finally to Aoi. “Aoi, you killed someone. You killed one of them! Do you realize what you’ve done?”
“I’ve liberated us,” Aoi smiled, holding up the keys to the room.
“They aren’t going to let us just walk out of here,” Uruha cried, his eyes shifting again to Reita’s corpse. With a smirk, the raven held the gun in front of the honey blonde’s nose.
“So I’ll use this,” he smiled.
“Those run out of bullets,” the slave replied, skeptically. “You already used one and you’ll be using another on me.”
“I changed my mind about killing you,” Aoi remarked. “Two people have more of a chance of getting out of here than me alone.”
“Wonderful,” the honey blonde commented, dryly.
Aoi got up and began to circle around Reita’s body.
“You could probably fit in his clothes,” he remarked, eyeing the blonde’s outfit.
“I’m taller than he is.”
“Really?” the raven questioned, looking at the other curiously. “I don’t think I have ever seem you off your knees.”
“Unchain me and I’ll show you,” Uruha growled, annoyed by the remark no matter how true the statement was.
With a laugh the groom knelt down, using Reita’s keys to remove the chains.
Uruha arched his back, stretching out for the first time in months. His back popped and cracked, realigning itself as he stood. He rotated his head, stretching the muscles in his neck. A small gasp escaped as a flood of memories hit him, nearly causing his to lose his balance as a strange dizziness came over him.
“Feel better?” Aoi questioned.
“You have no idea,” the honey blonde responded. He groaned softly as he continued to stretch. He turned his gaze on the raven, his eyes changing from their normal almond color to a shimmering liquid gold. He closed his eyes, running his forked tongue over his sharp teeth. It felt god to be in his true form again.
“Are you okay?” the groom asked, pulling off the deceased slave master’s shirt to dress Uruha.
“I’m better than okay,” the former slave growled, opening his eyes.
“What happened to your eyes?”
“It’s been years since I’ve been in my true form,” the honey blonde chuckled, watching as Aoi stood up and stepped away from him cautiously. “I guess they never told you the reason behind the chains. A demon in chains can’t bite.”
He smiled, flashing his pointy toothed grin at the raven. He lunged, his body twisting to pin the other to the stone floor.
“Thank you for your services,” he snarled.
Aoi’s loud scream echoed throughout the lower hallways before being cut short with a sickening snap.
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The cool night air played with wisps of honey blonde hair, tangling the soft locks. Uruha lifted his nose to the breeze, taking in the fresh scent of freedom for the first time in years. He smiled, lifting his fingers to his lips to lick the blood from beneath his claws. He lowered his hand, placing it on the shoulder of the young farmer’s son whose life he had spared. The younger turned his gaze to the hand on his shoulder before lifting his eyes to the demon’s liquid gold orbs.
“What now?” he questioned, no fear in his voice despite what he had witnessed Uruha do.
“Well, I haven’t been free in years, Ruki,” the honey blonde remarked, looking up at the moon. “I want to see the world.”
“Eat the world?” the younger questioned with a smirk.
“I’ve almost devoured it once before,” Uruha shrugged. “Why not?”
“Are you going to eat me?” Ruki asked. The honey blonde laughed, snaking an arm around the brunette’s shoulders.
“Maybe later,” he chuckled, nuzzling against the other’s hair. “But don’t count on it.”
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: hellionx609
Genre: Angst, Drama, Smut
Ratings: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these lovely people.
Pairings/Characters: AoixUruha
The creaking of the heavy steel door echoed through the room, stirring the almond colored eyes behind a thick black blindfold. Uruha strained to his knees against the heavy chains tethering him to the floor, trying to focus his hearing o the footsteps coming nearer to him.
“Look at the mess they left you in,” the familiar voice of his groom, Aoi said. He could feel the other’s cold hands running over the sticky remains of semen on his calves and thighs. He clicked his teeth against the metal bit in his mouth to acknowledge the other’s words.
“I’ll take that out, beautiful,” Aoi responded, and Uruha could feel the straps loosen before the other man’s gentle hands pulled the metal from between his teeth.
“Thank you, the honey blonde whispered, and then flinched. He’d forgotten that he was not allowed to speak, not even to his groom.
With a heavy sigh, the raven pulled a leather paddle from the wall. In one swift movement, he brought the paddle across Uruha’s thighs, a loud crack sounding through the room. He bit his tongue, drawing blood in an attempt to hold back a scream that escaped as a pained whimper.
“I hate hurting you, Uruha,” Aoi whispered. “There are other approved methods to punish you that don’t involve pain, beautiful. I’d be risking my own life, though, and everyone else touches you. If I did it too, it wouldn’t be special.” He sighed again, playing with the paddle. “Nine more.”
Uruha flattened himself against the floor, looking back blindly in the direction the groom’s voice had come from. He hoped that his desperate expression showed around the blindfold.
Aoi stopped in mid-swing, his eyes scanning the honey blonde’s features. He knelt down, pulling off the blindfold.
Uruha’s eyes were wide with fear. He tried to move away, but the heavy chains tying him down prevented any movement away from the groom. A small whimper escaped him as he pressed his head to the floor.
“Why are you so frightened, Uru?” Aoi questioned, running his fingers through the honey blonde’s hair. “You know how much I hate hurting you.”
“You are rather ineffective at punishing this slave,” the slave master, a brutal blonde man named Reita chuckled. He leaned against the doorframe, an amused smirk raising his lips. He sauntered in, sitting in a wooden chair, his eyes fixed on the red welt on Uruha’s upper thighs. “We are to show no compassion to these diseased whores, Aoi. If you insist on providing him with comfort, you will share his fate.”
“Sir, I apologize,” the raven said, softly.
“Apologies are useless,” Reita scoffed. “You know that.”
Aoi lowered his head, not sure what the slave master would do to them. He’d ordered grooms to castrate themselves in the past. Recently he had even switched the roles of a slave and a groom.
“I’m about to punish both of you,” Reita said with a sadistic grin. “I want you to fuck this slave.”
Aoi paled. One thing every groom knew was that the slaves were diseased. It was the main reason they were in that position to begin with. Regardless of the heath issues, men were allowed to do whatever they wanted to the slaves. They weren’t required to use any form of protection. The result was a toxic mix of diseases that claimed the lives of many of the slaves. Their bodies were then sold th the highest bidder with a sick fetish. The image of Uruha in pieces on some guy’s floor made his skin crawl.
“May I clean him first, sir?” the raven questioned, looking at the bucket he’d brought in the room with him.
“No,” the blonde growled, pouring himself a glass of red wine. “You can play in his filth. You aren’t any better than he is.”
Aoi nodded, looking down at Uruha, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. He wanted this. He might have taken him before if the feat of infection hadn’t been so strong. The fear of being torture far outweighed his fear of a slow death from whatever diseases the honey blonde might be carrying.
He ran his fingers down the other’s back, over the chained belt used to keep him down. The raven began to wonder how much Reita would allow him to do. He pulled a steel bar off the wall, fixing it between Uruha’s knees and fastening the straps on his thighs to keep his legs apart.
Reita lounged back in his chair, taking another sip of the crimson liquid in his glass. It amused him to watch the groom’s planning. He let out a deep breath, running his hand over the growing bulge in his pants.
“Fuck him raw, Aoi,” the blonde ordered. “You are not allowed to use lube. Make him bleed.”
“Sick bastard,” the raven mumbled, positioning himself in front of Uruha. “I need help, beautiful.”
He pulled his semi-limp dick from his loose pants, holding it close to the honey blonde’s lips. He had never performed well in front of an audience, especially when that audience consisted of a person who could have him killed with a simple hand gesture.
Uruha shifted his almond gaze up at the face of his groom, his expression clearly showing the betrayal he felt. He reluctantly parted his lips, allowing the other to slide his member into his mouth. The urge to bite was so strong he could feel his teeth beginning to lower around the sensitive skin of Aoi’s cock. It took everything in him to hold back, fearing the consequences of a bite in front of the slave master. His teeth grazed the skin slightly, but the reaction he received was an unexpected moan. He could feel the raven harden in his mouth, making him want to gag more. He wished he had a gag reflex so his body would mimic his distaste. Fellatio disgusted him more than anything. Just thinking about all of the different bodily fluids that passed through the organ made his stomach churn, but under Reita’s gaze, he didn’t dare react.
Aoi’s fingers tangled in Uruha’s hone blonde hair, gripping it tightly to anchor himself as he began to thrust against the back of the other’s throat. He could feel Uruha’s subtle protest, the tensing of his jaw letting the groom know he wasn’t pleased, but the sensation of his teeth grazing the tender skin only excited Aoi more.
Uruha tightened his teeth slightly, warning the raven. Even with Reita present, he would bite down if the groom continued this assault on his mouth. Aoi gripped his hair tighter, yanking the honey blonde’s head back painfully.
“You aren’t in control here, Uruha,” the raven growled, slapping the other hard across his face. Blood trickled from a tear in the slave’s lip as he looked up at Aoi, anger emanating from his almond eyes.
“Don’t mark his face,” Reita stated calmly. He was much more concerned with Uruha’s marketability than his well being. A little bit of blood hardly concerned him, but a permanent scar may drop his value, which the slave master would not accept. “Get on with it, Aoi. I don’t have all day.”
He checked his watch, eager to try out a new slave that had been brought in from a remote farm. It always made him happy when farmers defaulted on their debt to the prefecture and were forced to sell their children. The new slaves were usually disease free until they started working, which meant that he could have fun without worry. But first, he wanted to make sure Aoi and Uruha were punished. It was as good as foreplay for him.
Aoi walked around the honey blonde like a vulture. He dipped a finger between the other’s delicately sculpted ass cheeks, smirking at how far the sticky mess from his last client had covered him. His grin grew wider at the tensing of Uruha’s entrance as he prodded the puckered skin with a long forefinger, tracing over the rim.
Uruha’s eyes moistened, but he refused to let either man see him cry. He’d be damned if either one saw him in a moment of weakness.
Aoi slid his thumb inside the opening, amazed at how tight the abused entrance was despite the multitude of customers the slave would service daily. He pulled out his thumb, replacing it with his index finger. He smiled as the muscles tensed around his fingers.
“So you do like it,” he mused, exploring Uruha’s insides while adding a second finger to stretch the opening.
Reita finished his glass of wine and poured another. He released his erection from his pants, running a strong hand over the smooth skin. If he hadn’t know what diseases were listed on the honey blonde’s chart he would have joined in, but he wasn’t willing to risk HIV. If it wasn’t for that one disease, everything he could get would have been curable. Aoi’s life meant nothing to him. The disease would stay between this pair.
Aoi pulled his fingers out of the honey blonde, glancing over at the slave master. He smirked at the sight of the blonde masturbating, amused by the reaction. He positioned himself behind Uruha, aiming his member at the honey blonde’s entrance.
“Don’t tense, love,” he murmured, placing his hand on the slave’s back gently. His thrust was anything but gentle. He continued to thrust forward, burying himself within the other. He didn’t get and gentler as he continued. Uruha struggled to not cry out, a small whimper escaping him as he felt his ass stretching painfully. He fell forward, pressing his forehead against the ground.
Aoi gritted his teeth, the friction causing a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. He continued to thrust, feeling his balls twitch as he grew closer to release. He glanced at Reita, confused when the slave master was not in his chair, but pacing around the two like a vulture.
“You’re his now,” the blonde said with a smirk. “You’re sharing all of his diseases and when he dies, you’ll take his place.”
Anger flooded through the groom’s veins. He dug his nails into the honey blonde’s hips. He thrust more harshly into the other, ignoring the slave’s whimpers. Flecks of red landed on the honey blonde’s thighs, but Aoi was beyond caring. He ignored the blood and continued to thrust into Uruha.
Uruha could feel hot tears streaking down his cheeks. He could feel the skin inside him tearing more with every thrust, but it didn’t feel like Aoi was getting close. Desperate for it to be over, he reached backward between his legs, groping the raven’s balls.
“Please…” he whispered, praying to feel Aoi’s orgasm quickly. His trick seemed to be work. He could feel the other getting closer, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic. With a few hard thrusts, he could feel the warm wetness filling him. Even with the burning sensation, it brought some relief to the abused hole. He whimpered as Aoi pulled out, the movement causing him to tear further. He could feel blood and cum dripping down his thighs. He took deep shaky breaths to calm himself, knowing he was not permitted to cry unless the customer ordered it, but his tears fell, refusing to be held back.
Reita knelt down in front of Uruha, lifting the slave’s chin with the barrel of his hand gun.
“Hush, Uruha,” he cooed, locking eyes with the honey blonde. “I’m about to give you the gift of a choice.” He glanced at Aoi. “Clean your mess, Aoi.”
“Yes, sir,” Aoi responded, cleaning himself with a cloth before lifting his bucket to clean Uruha. He began washing the tender areas, cleaning away the filth from himself and the previous client.
Silently, Uruha stared into the slave master’s dark eyes, flinching only slightly as the raven ran over a sore area.
“Here’s my offer, Uruha,” the blonde continued. “Spend a night with a high en client with the same disease profile as you, and sleep in the comfort of the guest suite. In the morning, I will put you out of your misery and Aoi will take your place. If you don’t accept, you will stay here.”
Uruha glanced behind him at Aoi. Earlier in that day he would not have put the raven in that position, but he felt betrayed by the other’s actions and the thought of death was a welcome notion. His almond eyes locked back on Reita, asking silently for permission to speak. The slave master nodded, awaiting the honey blonde’s response.
“I…” He began, shooting a second glance to Aoi. “I want to die.”
Aoi froze, glaring at Uruha.
“You would do that to me?” he questioned, anger flashing across his face.
“You are just as bad as they are,” the honey blonde whispered softly. “You enjoyed hurting me. I hope my diseases eat you from the inside out.”
Reita smiled at the vicious comment from the slave. For a moment, he considered having Uruha promoted to an enforcer, but more than half of the requirement for that rank the honey blonde would not meet.
Aoi turned, kicking Uruha hard in the ribcage. The slave fell on to his side, curling in to grasp his chest as he struggled to catch his breath.
“You better pray no ribs are broke ,” Reita growled, pushing the raven away to assess the damage. Clients paid less for corpses with broken bones or missing limbs.
Anger clouded the groom’s mind. He lashed out, fighting for the slave master’s weapon. He quickly gained the upper hand since he had taken the other off guard. Aoi stood there, gun in hand, staring the two other men.
“Put the weapon down,” Reita ordered.
“Fuck off, Reita!” Aoi yelled, aiming the gun at the blonde’s face. “You aren’t in control anymore.”
“You’re stupid to think that I need a gun to control you,” Reita smirked, keeping his voice even as he stared at the barrel of the gun.
“You aren’t going to control anything anymore,” the raven spat. He squeezed the trigger, watching as a single bullet pierced through the other’s eye. Reita fell to the floor, the empty socket leaking blood onto the smooth concrete surface. Uruha screamed as the slave master’s body fell in front of him, struggling against his chains, his animal instinct to flee taking over. The sound caught Aoi’s attention. He turned his head toward the honey blonde.
“Just you and me now beautiful,” the raven murmured, turning to face the terrified slave. “You didn’t really mean it, did you? You wouldn’t really want me to take your place, right?”
Terrified, Uruha turned his head toward the door, praying that someone was close enough to hear.
“Help me!” he screeched. Calmly, Aoi leaned down, kneeling beside him.
“You’ll be dead before they get through the door,” the raven remarked, using the barrel of the gun to brush aside the stray strands of hair hanging in Uruha’s face.
“Aoi, no,” the honey blonde cried. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
“I’m sure it won’t hurt too badly,” Aoi cooed. “You could have tried to flatter me, you know.”
Uruha trembled, his eyes fixed on the floor. The growing red pool was getting closer to where he was chained, a stark reminder of what had just happened. It made his mind race.
“You… you killed Reita,” he stammered, his almond colored eyes darting from the blood to the blonde’s body then to the gun and finally to Aoi. “Aoi, you killed someone. You killed one of them! Do you realize what you’ve done?”
“I’ve liberated us,” Aoi smiled, holding up the keys to the room.
“They aren’t going to let us just walk out of here,” Uruha cried, his eyes shifting again to Reita’s corpse. With a smirk, the raven held the gun in front of the honey blonde’s nose.
“So I’ll use this,” he smiled.
“Those run out of bullets,” the slave replied, skeptically. “You already used one and you’ll be using another on me.”
“I changed my mind about killing you,” Aoi remarked. “Two people have more of a chance of getting out of here than me alone.”
“Wonderful,” the honey blonde commented, dryly.
Aoi got up and began to circle around Reita’s body.
“You could probably fit in his clothes,” he remarked, eyeing the blonde’s outfit.
“I’m taller than he is.”
“Really?” the raven questioned, looking at the other curiously. “I don’t think I have ever seem you off your knees.”
“Unchain me and I’ll show you,” Uruha growled, annoyed by the remark no matter how true the statement was.
With a laugh the groom knelt down, using Reita’s keys to remove the chains.
Uruha arched his back, stretching out for the first time in months. His back popped and cracked, realigning itself as he stood. He rotated his head, stretching the muscles in his neck. A small gasp escaped as a flood of memories hit him, nearly causing his to lose his balance as a strange dizziness came over him.
“Feel better?” Aoi questioned.
“You have no idea,” the honey blonde responded. He groaned softly as he continued to stretch. He turned his gaze on the raven, his eyes changing from their normal almond color to a shimmering liquid gold. He closed his eyes, running his forked tongue over his sharp teeth. It felt god to be in his true form again.
“Are you okay?” the groom asked, pulling off the deceased slave master’s shirt to dress Uruha.
“I’m better than okay,” the former slave growled, opening his eyes.
“What happened to your eyes?”
“It’s been years since I’ve been in my true form,” the honey blonde chuckled, watching as Aoi stood up and stepped away from him cautiously. “I guess they never told you the reason behind the chains. A demon in chains can’t bite.”
He smiled, flashing his pointy toothed grin at the raven. He lunged, his body twisting to pin the other to the stone floor.
“Thank you for your services,” he snarled.
Aoi’s loud scream echoed throughout the lower hallways before being cut short with a sickening snap.
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The cool night air played with wisps of honey blonde hair, tangling the soft locks. Uruha lifted his nose to the breeze, taking in the fresh scent of freedom for the first time in years. He smiled, lifting his fingers to his lips to lick the blood from beneath his claws. He lowered his hand, placing it on the shoulder of the young farmer’s son whose life he had spared. The younger turned his gaze to the hand on his shoulder before lifting his eyes to the demon’s liquid gold orbs.
“What now?” he questioned, no fear in his voice despite what he had witnessed Uruha do.
“Well, I haven’t been free in years, Ruki,” the honey blonde remarked, looking up at the moon. “I want to see the world.”
“Eat the world?” the younger questioned with a smirk.
“I’ve almost devoured it once before,” Uruha shrugged. “Why not?”
“Are you going to eat me?” Ruki asked. The honey blonde laughed, snaking an arm around the brunette’s shoulders.
“Maybe later,” he chuckled, nuzzling against the other’s hair. “But don’t count on it.”