Crimson
Title:Crimson
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Rukixstranger
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, character death, prostitution(?)
Summary: He walks the streets of Kabukichō, a strut to his step and a tint to his eyes.
Disclaimer: One day.
Comment: I wrote this a couple weeks ago when I was having problems With my inspiration, so it's really short, but I hope you like it nonetheless.
His lips are crimson red. The colour of blood. The colour of passion. The colour of sin. And sin, he knows. It's the only thing he knows, yet he's known it for a long time.
He walks the streets of Kabukichō, a strut to his step and a tint to his eyes. He's 19, full of youth and life, yet at the same time old and decaying. His lips are full, moist and inviting, glistening in the moonlight as his tongue darts out to lick them, to bring life to dry skin.
His eyes meet a stranger's, and he smirks, leaning against the concrete wall behind him, lifting his hand to gently run his fingers down his neck, letting his red fingernails drag along his skin. His hand slips down to the shirt he's wearing, and he oh-so-slowly pops the button out of its hole, baring a small expanse of skin as the stranger starts walking towards him.
The stranger is in front of him now, surveying him as he bites his lip. “What's your name?”
“They call me Ruki,” he responds, cupping the front of the stranger's trousers, massaging gently as he parts his lips seductively.
“How much?” the stranger responds, his voice shaky as he presses himself closer to Ruki, trying to hide the fact that he's almost getting a handjob in a crowded street.
Ruki leans forward, letting his lips ghost over the stranger's earlobe as he replies in a barely audible whisper.
“I don't need your money.”
~
The wall is cold against his heated skin, the air is heavy in his lungs as he pants harshly, taking in a deep breath before it's knocked out of him with another harsh thrust. Ruki grabs the stranger's shoulders, holding on tight as he's fucked so hard he hits the wall with every roll of hips, every slap of skin.
“Aren't you too young for this?” the stranger asks, although it's a stupid question to ask. They've already sinned, given in to the desires of the flesh, the lust and craving that rational thought can't even touch. Age holds little power over experience, yet humans put so much meaning into it. As if life can be measured in seconds, as if the universe is measured in time.
“I sin more in a week than a normal man does in a lifetime,” Ruki simply responds, letting a hand trail from the stranger's shoulder, over his collarbone, to his neck, and up to his jaw. His touch lingers there before he lifts his leg up, hooking his knee over the stranger's shoulder and he lets out a low growl. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
The stranger grins briefly, grabbing Ruki's hips and pulling them to meet his thrusts, sweat dripping down his forehead to his neck, and he gives in to his urges. He slams his hips into Ruki's, moaning at the tight cavern enveloping him and he does as he's told, fucking him harder.
“That's a good boy,” Ruki coos, petting his hair and twirling the dark locks through his fingers. “Don't struggle. Don't fight it. Don't think. Follow your instincts.”
He gasps and throws his head back as his neck is assaulted, his skin marked by teeth and lips and tongue. He laughs breathlessly as the stranger lets out a primal grunt, his hands coming down to grope Ruki's ass as he drowns himself in his sweaty skin.
“Do you recognize it yet? The burning desire, the itching in your stomach, the pure need to feel? You have a wife, don't you? Kids, perhaps? Yet you walk these streets like a predator, fucking young boys just to feel something, just for thrills. The dull contempt that comes with routine, with a safe job and someone by your side 'till death do you part, it doesn't satisfy you. Water does not quench your thirst, food does not sate your hunger, and every day you yearn to feel something. You no longer feel anything, the excitement is gone from everything, am I right?”
The stranger looks up with hooded eyes, and he draws a shaky breath. “How-”
Ruki grabs his hair and yanks his head down again, to his nipple this time, and the stranger wraps his lips around it, sucking and licking while moaning loudly, his thrusts now erratic, and Ruki laughs again.
“Oh, how right I am. It must be horrible, living that way. Not feeling the sting of the cold or the burn of the heat. Being unable to take pleasure in the little things in life, the grass between your toes and the wind in your hair. But you can feel now, can't you? You feel the cold of my nipple, the heat of my ass clenching around you. You take pleasure in the friction our bodies create, in the way I moan for you in a husky voice. This makes you feel. Don't be ashamed of it. The only sin you have committed tonight is feeling guilty for your wife.”
The stranger lets out a scream as he comes, his body wrecked with spasms and he sags to the ground, his dick falling limp between his legs as he catches his breath. Ruki mewls and wraps his hand around his own erection, stroking it expertly as he bends his wrist, running his long thumbnail along the slit and he comes, thick, white cum shooting out of his dick.
He tucks himself into his boxers, pulling his trousers back up and re-doing the buttons of his shirt. Smirking, Ruki leans down to the stranger, pulling his head up and staring him down, waiting.
As he slowly regains consciousness, the stranger's face lights up in fear, and his voice trembles as he speaks. “Your eyes.”
Ruki's eyes are indeed crimson red, and he blinks once at the comment. “Pay it no heed.” And as he opens his mouth, the stranger lets out a shriek of horror at the sight of his teeth, cursing as he tries to scramble away, Ruki grabbing his arm and holding him in place as easily as if he was holding a sheet of paper.
He leans down, licking his lips as he tilts the stranger's head to the side, hearing his pulse roaring with fear as he lowers his mouth to his neck. “Tell me now, do you feel anything?” And Ruki digs his fangs into the stranger's neck, ripping the skin away as he gulps down mouthfuls of blood while the stranger screams. Tears roll down his cheek as the blood is drained from his body, and he feels, he feels the agonizing pain of his soul leaving his body.
Ruki walks the streets of Kabukichō, a strut to his step and a tint to his eyes. He's 19 centuries old, but his body is that of a teenager's, young and full of life.
His lips are crimson red. The colour of blood. The colour of passion. The colour of sin.
A/N: I was actually imagining Ruki as a vampire or demon prostitute, but who knows~
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Rukixstranger
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, character death, prostitution(?)
Summary: He walks the streets of Kabukichō, a strut to his step and a tint to his eyes.
Disclaimer: One day.
Comment: I wrote this a couple weeks ago when I was having problems With my inspiration, so it's really short, but I hope you like it nonetheless.
His lips are crimson red. The colour of blood. The colour of passion. The colour of sin. And sin, he knows. It's the only thing he knows, yet he's known it for a long time.
He walks the streets of Kabukichō, a strut to his step and a tint to his eyes. He's 19, full of youth and life, yet at the same time old and decaying. His lips are full, moist and inviting, glistening in the moonlight as his tongue darts out to lick them, to bring life to dry skin.
His eyes meet a stranger's, and he smirks, leaning against the concrete wall behind him, lifting his hand to gently run his fingers down his neck, letting his red fingernails drag along his skin. His hand slips down to the shirt he's wearing, and he oh-so-slowly pops the button out of its hole, baring a small expanse of skin as the stranger starts walking towards him.
The stranger is in front of him now, surveying him as he bites his lip. “What's your name?”
“They call me Ruki,” he responds, cupping the front of the stranger's trousers, massaging gently as he parts his lips seductively.
“How much?” the stranger responds, his voice shaky as he presses himself closer to Ruki, trying to hide the fact that he's almost getting a handjob in a crowded street.
Ruki leans forward, letting his lips ghost over the stranger's earlobe as he replies in a barely audible whisper.
“I don't need your money.”
~
The wall is cold against his heated skin, the air is heavy in his lungs as he pants harshly, taking in a deep breath before it's knocked out of him with another harsh thrust. Ruki grabs the stranger's shoulders, holding on tight as he's fucked so hard he hits the wall with every roll of hips, every slap of skin.
“Aren't you too young for this?” the stranger asks, although it's a stupid question to ask. They've already sinned, given in to the desires of the flesh, the lust and craving that rational thought can't even touch. Age holds little power over experience, yet humans put so much meaning into it. As if life can be measured in seconds, as if the universe is measured in time.
“I sin more in a week than a normal man does in a lifetime,” Ruki simply responds, letting a hand trail from the stranger's shoulder, over his collarbone, to his neck, and up to his jaw. His touch lingers there before he lifts his leg up, hooking his knee over the stranger's shoulder and he lets out a low growl. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
The stranger grins briefly, grabbing Ruki's hips and pulling them to meet his thrusts, sweat dripping down his forehead to his neck, and he gives in to his urges. He slams his hips into Ruki's, moaning at the tight cavern enveloping him and he does as he's told, fucking him harder.
“That's a good boy,” Ruki coos, petting his hair and twirling the dark locks through his fingers. “Don't struggle. Don't fight it. Don't think. Follow your instincts.”
He gasps and throws his head back as his neck is assaulted, his skin marked by teeth and lips and tongue. He laughs breathlessly as the stranger lets out a primal grunt, his hands coming down to grope Ruki's ass as he drowns himself in his sweaty skin.
“Do you recognize it yet? The burning desire, the itching in your stomach, the pure need to feel? You have a wife, don't you? Kids, perhaps? Yet you walk these streets like a predator, fucking young boys just to feel something, just for thrills. The dull contempt that comes with routine, with a safe job and someone by your side 'till death do you part, it doesn't satisfy you. Water does not quench your thirst, food does not sate your hunger, and every day you yearn to feel something. You no longer feel anything, the excitement is gone from everything, am I right?”
The stranger looks up with hooded eyes, and he draws a shaky breath. “How-”
Ruki grabs his hair and yanks his head down again, to his nipple this time, and the stranger wraps his lips around it, sucking and licking while moaning loudly, his thrusts now erratic, and Ruki laughs again.
“Oh, how right I am. It must be horrible, living that way. Not feeling the sting of the cold or the burn of the heat. Being unable to take pleasure in the little things in life, the grass between your toes and the wind in your hair. But you can feel now, can't you? You feel the cold of my nipple, the heat of my ass clenching around you. You take pleasure in the friction our bodies create, in the way I moan for you in a husky voice. This makes you feel. Don't be ashamed of it. The only sin you have committed tonight is feeling guilty for your wife.”
The stranger lets out a scream as he comes, his body wrecked with spasms and he sags to the ground, his dick falling limp between his legs as he catches his breath. Ruki mewls and wraps his hand around his own erection, stroking it expertly as he bends his wrist, running his long thumbnail along the slit and he comes, thick, white cum shooting out of his dick.
He tucks himself into his boxers, pulling his trousers back up and re-doing the buttons of his shirt. Smirking, Ruki leans down to the stranger, pulling his head up and staring him down, waiting.
As he slowly regains consciousness, the stranger's face lights up in fear, and his voice trembles as he speaks. “Your eyes.”
Ruki's eyes are indeed crimson red, and he blinks once at the comment. “Pay it no heed.” And as he opens his mouth, the stranger lets out a shriek of horror at the sight of his teeth, cursing as he tries to scramble away, Ruki grabbing his arm and holding him in place as easily as if he was holding a sheet of paper.
He leans down, licking his lips as he tilts the stranger's head to the side, hearing his pulse roaring with fear as he lowers his mouth to his neck. “Tell me now, do you feel anything?” And Ruki digs his fangs into the stranger's neck, ripping the skin away as he gulps down mouthfuls of blood while the stranger screams. Tears roll down his cheek as the blood is drained from his body, and he feels, he feels the agonizing pain of his soul leaving his body.
Ruki walks the streets of Kabukichō, a strut to his step and a tint to his eyes. He's 19 centuries old, but his body is that of a teenager's, young and full of life.
His lips are crimson red. The colour of blood. The colour of passion. The colour of sin.
A/N: I was actually imagining Ruki as a vampire or demon prostitute, but who knows~