His ch. 6
Title: His
Chapter: 6/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, RukixKai
Genre: Supernatural, AU, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, vampirism, BDSM, Domination/submission, other various kinks
Summary: One day, Uruha decided it would be a good idea to pick up a guy in a bar. Little did he know, that his choice would change his life forever...
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Comment: I am sorry for the extreme amount of time it took me to finish this. I suck.
Uruha had woken up alone again that morning. Aoi was most likely out somewhere, doing something, and Uruha didn't really want to think about what.
He had taken a shower, put on a pair of sweatpants, eaten a late breakfast, and now he was lying on his back on the couch, thinking about the previous night while stroking the back of his neck. There were two matching holes on either side, scar tissue starting to form, and he sighed as he massaged the sore spots.
For some reason, the pain he felt yesterday hadn't felt like pain. It stung, but the sensation had travelled right down to his crotch and made him hard. Was that weird?
Turning over onto his side, Uruha sighed and shut his eyes. It hurt. Thinking about it hurt but he couldn't let himself be stopped by something silly like a word. Weird. Suddenly, his brain overflowed with memories of being called that. His so-called friends had liked to remind him of that whenever he was honest about something he liked.
Every time he had had an opinion for himself, every time he had voiced his own, unbiased thoughts, he had been called weird for it. He had been teased and mocked and called a sicko for everything he admitted about himself, and so he had simply stopped admitting. After years, he had almost started believing it himself. He followed the herd, did whatever everyone else did, liked what everyone else liked, and stayed out of trouble.
Now, however, he was starting to admit things about himself he had hardly dared think before. Aoi was letting him explore, and strangely, Uruha felt safe with him. He felt safe that he wasn't going to get laughed at and mocked for being honest, so for once in his life, he was confident enough to do just that.
He was shocked out of his thoughts as a hard slam sounded on the door, followed by an agitated voice he vaguely recognized shouting through the wood. “I know someone's at home so open the fucking door before I break it!”
Uruha scrambled off the couch to the door, looking through the peeping hole to see Reita standing outside. He frowned and twisted the lock, stepping aside to let him in before shutting the door again.
“I have been knocking for almost five minutes.”
“I'm sorry, Reita-sama,” Uruha said and bowed, reminding himself to stare at the floor. “I was lost in thought.”
“Drop the formalities.” Reita's angry tone was fading, and he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing as he made his way to the kitchen. “What were you thinking so hard about that you didn't hear me?”
“You're not angry?” Uruha didn't try to hide the surprise in his voice, and Reita chuckled.
“Can't stay mad at a puppy.” Uruha frowned at the comparison, but Reita simply ignored him, opening Aoi's freezer and rummaging around like he owned it. He held up a bag of something red and grinned, taking a glass from one of the cupboards.
“If Aoi's making such a great effort to make sure I can't escape, why can the door be opened from the inside?”
“The door has two locks. A normal one, which can be opened either from the inside or with a key, and a different one that can only be unlocked by a demon.” Reita flicked his wrist to demonstrate, before taking the frozen bag and putting it in the microwave. Uruha could remember Aoi doing something similar to open the door to his bedroom, guessing that he must have used the same kind of lock.
As if the realisation hit him suddenly, Reita span around and locked his eyes with Uruha's. “You didn't know?” He was staring Uruha dead on now, a surprised look on his face. “Haven't you shook the handle of the door and discovered that it was completely stuck no matter what you did?” Uruha shook his head, and Reita's brows furrowed in understanding.
“You haven't tried to escape.”
Both Uruha and Reita seemed equally shocked upon realising that. For a long moment, they were just looking at each other with wide eyes, blinking occasionally. The weirdest thing was, Uruha actually hadn't tried. Whether because he just thought it was pointless or because he didn't want to leave, it seemed to matter deeply on Reita's opinion of him, because suddenly he was laughing heartily and giving him a friendly smile, patting his shoulder.
“You're the first pet Aoi has had that hasn't tried to run away on the first day. Matter of fact, you're the first pet of any demon I've known who hasn't done that.” The microwave pinged, and Reita licked his lips, retrieving the bag and cutting a small hole, pouring what Uruha now realised was blood into a glass. He gulped down several mouthfuls and sighed in content.
“Where's Aoi?”
Reita shrugged. “I have no idea. Obviously, he's out.”
“Yes, but where? Doing what?”
“Demon stuff.” Reita was staring out of the window, drinking his blood as if nothing was wrong, and Uruha's brows furrowed.
He was honestly sick of that expression by now. “You know.”
“Maybe I do, and maybe I don't. But it's none of your business, and if Aoi doesn't want you to know, then who am I to tell you?”
“He comes home exhausted and with blood stains on his clothes. Can you blame me for being curious?”
“Why don't you ask him yourself?” There was a moment of silence during which Uruha shifting his gaze down to the floor, and Reita let out a small chuckle, sipping on his blood. “You're scared.”
“Well of course I am. He's a demon.”
“So am I.” Reita's eyebrows lifted in challenge, and his grin widened. “But you're not scared of me, are you?”
“You haven't hurt me yet.”
“What difference does it make?”
Uruha bit his lip and stared intensely at the floor. “Aoi has.”
Reita snorted. “Has he hurt you in a way you haven't liked?”
Uruha didn't like how long it took him to answer that question. “No.”
Reita just looked at him as if saying 'I told you so', downing the rest of his blood and licking his lips, rinsing the glass and leaving it in the sink. He started walking towards the living room, Uruha following a few steps behind. “So why are you scared of him?”
“I don't know.” Why was he? It wasn't like Aoi was torturing him or anything.
“Okay, I'll change the question then. Why don't you just ask Aoi?”
“Because I already did.”
Reita lay down on the couch, sighing heavily and closing his eyes. Uruha shifted awkwardly before kneeling on the carpet in front of him. “And let me guess, he didn't tell you?”
“He told me it was none of my business.”
“It isn't. You're his pet, Uruha, it's not like he wants to tell you everything about his personal life.”
“Why would he want to keep this a secret, though? What does he do that's so 'private'?”
“I told you, it's demon business. It's none of your concern, so maybe Aoi just doesn't want you to get involved too deeply. It could be dangerous for a human.” Reita clicked his tongue before he continued. “So, how do you like it here?”
“It's nice. And so is the company. Sure beats the last place I lived.”
“Really?” Reita turned over on his side, giving Uruha a calculative stare, who flinched under the scrutiny. “Haven't heard a human say that in a while. You're an interesting one.”
“Thank you, I guess,” Uruha said, nodding his head in a small bow which made Reita grin. “Or maybe I just used to live in a really shitty place.”
Reita's brows furrowed at that, but he didn't dig. “Hope Kai hasn't talked a hole in your head yet.”
Uruha smiled at the mention. “He really is a chatty one. But it's nice. I don't usually like talking too much, so it's refreshing to have someone to keep the conversation going. I think it would get awkward if he wasn't like that.”
“You're really fitting in here easily. Hope you don't plan to run away like Aoi's last one.”
“Not after I heard what happened to him.”
Reita's gaze narrowed, and his next words came out slowly. “Aoi was devastated. He felt like someone had stabbed him in the back, and he didn't go out or eat for weeks. I almost thought he'd starve himself to death.” Uruha looked up, his eyes widening, but Reita kept talking. “He thought he could finally stop being so lonely, have someone waiting at home for him every day who would give him the comfort and companionship he needed, and then the bastard took his first opportunity to escape. If I could, I would bring the fucker back to life just to have the pleasure of killing him myself.”
Uruha nodded, Reita rolling over onto his back again, staring up at the ceiling. “If you don't mind me asking, what's your relationship with Aoi?”
“He's like my brother. I've known him for most of my life, and he's the best friend I have. Him and Ruki, although with Ruki it's more complicated than that.”
“What do you mean?”
Reita let out a deep breath, folding his arms behind his head. “We used to be lovers.”
“Oh. I'm sorry.”
“For what? We were together for a long time before we realised that we work even better as friends. Neither of us were heartbroken, and Ruki is happy with Kai now so there's nothing to be sorry about.”
Uruha was about to say something when he heard the door open, Aoi entering the apartment and locking it securely. “I'm home,” he called out, before grinning when he saw that Reita was there. “Hello, Rei. You didn't tell me you were stopping by. Hope you didn't have to wait long.”
“I stole some of your blood, if you don't mind.”
“Not at all, I have my own, fresh supply now, remember.” Aoi sat down in his armchair and crooked a finger towards Uruha, motioning for him to come over. Uruha nodded and crawled over to Aoi, letting himself be pulled into Aoi's lap. He let out a soft sigh when Aoi's teeth pierced his neck, sucking blood out of him at a rapid pace. He stayed completely still until Aoi had had his fill, curling his arms around Aoi's waist.
Uruha didn't realise he had fallen asleep until he was woken up by Aoi nibbling on his ear. “Get up,” he said, nudging Uruha gently onto the carpet. Uruha knelt next to the chair, only barely remembering through his sleepy haze that he was supposed to look down. He stared at the floor, yawning, still in the process of waking up while Aoi followed Reita to the door, wishing him a safe trip home and a good hunt, whatever that was supposed to mean. Uruha wasn't sure he even wanted to know.
“You didn't offer yourself to Reita?” Aoi grinned as he asked it, crossing his arms. “It's rude of a host not to offer his guests any nourishment.”
“Not that I'm the host, after all.” Uruha bit the inside of his cheek, fidgeting in his kneeling pose on the carpet. “It's not in my place to offer your belongings to Reita, Master.”
Aoi's grin widened further as Uruha had reacted exactly the way he wanted to his little... well, he supposed he could call it a test. “Good boy, you remember your place.” He walked over to Uruha and scratched underneath his chin, as if petting a cat, before he grabbed Uruha's neck and lifted him to his feet. “Let's see how obedient you can be. Close your eyes.”
Resisting the urge to fight Aoi's grip, Uruha shut his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath. Aoi pushed him until the back of his knees hit the chair, forcing him to sit. He waited patiently while Aoi went to his bedroom, flinching as he heard Aoi's voice from directly next to him, not having anticipated Aoi to be so close. “Good boy, now sit still.” Uruha felt a cloth being tied around his head, covering his eyes, and he blinked a few times to get used to the feeling. His vision was completely black, and his eyelashes were rubbing uncomfortably against the blindfold when he blinked, so he just kept them closed.
Uruha's trousers were pulled off along with his underwear, and his arms were wrenched backwards. Aoi fastened a pair of cuffs around his wrists, chaining Uruha's hands together behind the armchair, giving Uruha little freedom of movement. “Spread your legs,” Aoi instructed, and Uruha did as he was told, feeling a blush creep onto his cheeks at being exposed so vulgarly.
His stomach tightened and he recoiled as his inner thigh was hit with what felt like a flogger, leaving an uncomfortable sting behind it. He had reflexively closed his legs, trying to shield his body from harm, but the strands of the flogger rained down on his chest this time, making him hiss in pain. “Keep them spread.” Reluctantly, Uruha parted his legs again, trying to breathe evenly. His other thigh was hit this time, and Uruha bit back a groan. The fact that the pain was so close to his groin made him extra sensitive, and he was tense with anticipation and fear.
He flinched as a hand stroked his skin soothingly, caressing his trembling thigh. “Relax, keep breathing.” He was grateful that Aoi was coaxing him gently through this, giving him time to adjust to the new sensations. Each impact from the flogger hurt less, and he started feeling pleasure with every hit. It was a bit like a drug, numbing the pain and giving him a euphoric rush, making him crave for more. He still flinched every time he was hit, but more out of surprise than pain.
Aoi put more force into his strokes, flicking his wrist at a faster pace, grinning as Uruha spread his legs more, welcoming the sensation. A wanton moan slipped past his lips and he rattled the chains, wanting to stroke his aching dick, relieve some of the pressure. He was disappointed when Aoi stopped flogging him entirely, trying to calm down and listen for Aoi's footsteps over the sound of his own panting.
Having put the flogger away, Aoi knelt down in front of Uruha, lifting his legs onto his shoulders and kissing the red welts on the inside of his thighs, enjoying hearing his pet mewl as he sucked lightly on the sensitive skin. His lips left a wet trail behind as they moved towards Uruha's ass, Aoi hoisting Uruha's hips higher up as he prodded at the hole with his tongue. He licked around the entrance, lapping at it like a kitten, before forcing the slick, wet muscle inside of Uruha, drawing soft gasps from his lips.
Uruha was having enough problems laying still, his legs flexed and twitched involuntarily, and his head thrashed from side to side as Aoi fucked him with his tongue, curling it and expertly rubbing all of Uruha's sensitive spots. Moans were spilling uncontrollably from his lips, and he was certain if he had solid footing under his feet, he would be humping Aoi's face now.
Aoi withdrew his face from between Uruha's ass cheeks, lapping a few times at the flexing hole before he stood up, moving behind the chair and starting to toy with Uruha's cuffs. “Want them off?” Uruha muttered an affirmative, and Aoi chuckled. “Remember the rules; you're not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so.” With that, Aoi unfastened the chain that kept the cuffs linked together, but he didn't remove them entirely. “Turn around, on your knees, hands on the backrest.”
Uruha stretched his sore arms before getting into position, blindly fumbling around before he managed to drape himself over the back of the chair, gripping the top tightly while positioning his knees as far apart as he could on the small space. Aoi rewarded him with a hum of approval and a light smack to his ass, taking the length of thin chain that was still attached to one of Uruha's cuffs and looping it once around his neck, before fastening it to Uruha's other wrist.
“Master?” Uruha twitched uncomfortably, finding that if he moved his arms too much, he put pressure on his windpipe and made it harder to breathe.
“Be an obedient pet now and stay more or less still,” Aoi said, kissing Uruha's neck down his spine. “We wouldn't want you to choke yourself, would we?” The grin was evident in the sadistic tone of his voice, and Uruha had to choke back a moan. Aoi shed his trousers and pushed his boxers down, placing the tip of his dick at Uruha's wet, throbbing entrance.
As Aoi pushed himself slowly inside, Uruha struggled not to move too much. His ass was readily accepting Aoi's cock, despite the lack of proper lube, simply because the pain had become so mingled with the pleasure by now that everything was just a dizzying haze to him. Aoi's dick slid out of him, rubbing against his insides and making him moan deep in his throat.
Smirking, Aoi pulled all the way out before slamming back into Uruha's ass, knocking the air out of him as he started fucking him at a fast pace, gripping Uruha's hips and thrusting into him feverishly. Uruha's grip on the chair faltered for a second, and his hand slid a few inches, but it was enough to tighten the chain around his throat, shortening his air supply. Somehow, that didn't bother him at all as he simply kept moaning, feeling precum drip down his shaft.
“My, aren't you a good little whore?” Aoi nibbled on Uruha's shoulder, tracing the chain around his neck with his tongue, teasing the skin that was pulled taut underneath his wet muscle. “Your ass is taking me so greedily, swallowing me up like the cock-hungry little slut you are.” Uruha couldn't really deny it, he really was hungry for Aoi's dick right now, and it showed in the way his ass was clenching around him, the way his legs were trembling with the sheer force of keeping him in an upright position while his ass was being ravaged like that.
A particularly hard thrust to his prostate made Uruha's hand slip again, and he was wheezing for air now, the lack of oxygen making his brain cloudy and his knees wobble. All he could feel was the intense pleasure, Aoi fucking him hard while whispering profanities in his ear. He somehow managed to keep breathing, even though his throat was being constricted deliciously.
“Come for me, pet,” Aoi coaxed, and Uruha wheezed for breath as his dick pulsated, coating the armchair with his sperm. Aoi followed a few seconds later, filling Uruha's ass with his come and pulling out, wiping the remains off on Uruha's leg.
Uruha kept completely still while Aoi got dressed and carefully removed both the chain and the cuffs, letting Uruha take a couple of deep breaths before he kissed him forcefully, pulling on his hair and pushing his tongue past Uruha's lips, exploring his mouth hungrily. The blindfold was last to go, and while Uruha's eyes adjusted to the light, Aoi went to the kitchen to get the small box of pills.
“You fell asleep in my lap earlier, something that shouldn't have happened with the amount of sleep you got tonight. Let me guess, you forgot to take your pill this morning?” Uruha blushed and nodded his head, accepting the box from Aoi with a 'thanks' and swallowing down two pills with the glass of water Aoi had brought. “You need to remember to take those, or you'll get weak from lack of proper nutrients. Remember, I am drinking your blood, after all.”
“Thank you for your concern, Master, I will try to remember it next time.” Uruha smiled apologetically and pulled his boxers back on.
Aoi sat down on the couch and patted his lap. “Lay down and rest, we can watch a film or something while you recover.” Uruha nodded and made himself comfortable, curled up on the sofa with his head in Aoi's lap. He couldn't be bothered to shower right now, especially not when Aoi's hand tangled in his hair, petting him affectionately. He was feeling sated and tired, his ass was starting to sting a little but it wasn't too bad.
Uruha's mind was drifting off, and at some point he remembered his conversation with Reita from earlier. He hadn't tried to escape yet, and truth be told, he probably wouldn't even if he had the chance. As fucked up as it might sound, living the rest of his days as a demon's pet was still a better alternative than what his life had been like only a week back. For once, he felt like he could be himself without being judged for it. It was ironic that it was only now that he was completely trapped that he truly felt free.
A/N: Very little development of any sort in this chapter, but hey, at least Uru is happy.
Chapter: 6/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, RukixKai
Genre: Supernatural, AU, romance
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, graphic sex, vampirism, BDSM, Domination/submission, other various kinks
Summary: One day, Uruha decided it would be a good idea to pick up a guy in a bar. Little did he know, that his choice would change his life forever...
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Comment: I am sorry for the extreme amount of time it took me to finish this. I suck.
Uruha had woken up alone again that morning. Aoi was most likely out somewhere, doing something, and Uruha didn't really want to think about what.
He had taken a shower, put on a pair of sweatpants, eaten a late breakfast, and now he was lying on his back on the couch, thinking about the previous night while stroking the back of his neck. There were two matching holes on either side, scar tissue starting to form, and he sighed as he massaged the sore spots.
For some reason, the pain he felt yesterday hadn't felt like pain. It stung, but the sensation had travelled right down to his crotch and made him hard. Was that weird?
Turning over onto his side, Uruha sighed and shut his eyes. It hurt. Thinking about it hurt but he couldn't let himself be stopped by something silly like a word. Weird. Suddenly, his brain overflowed with memories of being called that. His so-called friends had liked to remind him of that whenever he was honest about something he liked.
Every time he had had an opinion for himself, every time he had voiced his own, unbiased thoughts, he had been called weird for it. He had been teased and mocked and called a sicko for everything he admitted about himself, and so he had simply stopped admitting. After years, he had almost started believing it himself. He followed the herd, did whatever everyone else did, liked what everyone else liked, and stayed out of trouble.
Now, however, he was starting to admit things about himself he had hardly dared think before. Aoi was letting him explore, and strangely, Uruha felt safe with him. He felt safe that he wasn't going to get laughed at and mocked for being honest, so for once in his life, he was confident enough to do just that.
He was shocked out of his thoughts as a hard slam sounded on the door, followed by an agitated voice he vaguely recognized shouting through the wood. “I know someone's at home so open the fucking door before I break it!”
Uruha scrambled off the couch to the door, looking through the peeping hole to see Reita standing outside. He frowned and twisted the lock, stepping aside to let him in before shutting the door again.
“I have been knocking for almost five minutes.”
“I'm sorry, Reita-sama,” Uruha said and bowed, reminding himself to stare at the floor. “I was lost in thought.”
“Drop the formalities.” Reita's angry tone was fading, and he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing as he made his way to the kitchen. “What were you thinking so hard about that you didn't hear me?”
“You're not angry?” Uruha didn't try to hide the surprise in his voice, and Reita chuckled.
“Can't stay mad at a puppy.” Uruha frowned at the comparison, but Reita simply ignored him, opening Aoi's freezer and rummaging around like he owned it. He held up a bag of something red and grinned, taking a glass from one of the cupboards.
“If Aoi's making such a great effort to make sure I can't escape, why can the door be opened from the inside?”
“The door has two locks. A normal one, which can be opened either from the inside or with a key, and a different one that can only be unlocked by a demon.” Reita flicked his wrist to demonstrate, before taking the frozen bag and putting it in the microwave. Uruha could remember Aoi doing something similar to open the door to his bedroom, guessing that he must have used the same kind of lock.
As if the realisation hit him suddenly, Reita span around and locked his eyes with Uruha's. “You didn't know?” He was staring Uruha dead on now, a surprised look on his face. “Haven't you shook the handle of the door and discovered that it was completely stuck no matter what you did?” Uruha shook his head, and Reita's brows furrowed in understanding.
“You haven't tried to escape.”
Both Uruha and Reita seemed equally shocked upon realising that. For a long moment, they were just looking at each other with wide eyes, blinking occasionally. The weirdest thing was, Uruha actually hadn't tried. Whether because he just thought it was pointless or because he didn't want to leave, it seemed to matter deeply on Reita's opinion of him, because suddenly he was laughing heartily and giving him a friendly smile, patting his shoulder.
“You're the first pet Aoi has had that hasn't tried to run away on the first day. Matter of fact, you're the first pet of any demon I've known who hasn't done that.” The microwave pinged, and Reita licked his lips, retrieving the bag and cutting a small hole, pouring what Uruha now realised was blood into a glass. He gulped down several mouthfuls and sighed in content.
“Where's Aoi?”
Reita shrugged. “I have no idea. Obviously, he's out.”
“Yes, but where? Doing what?”
“Demon stuff.” Reita was staring out of the window, drinking his blood as if nothing was wrong, and Uruha's brows furrowed.
He was honestly sick of that expression by now. “You know.”
“Maybe I do, and maybe I don't. But it's none of your business, and if Aoi doesn't want you to know, then who am I to tell you?”
“He comes home exhausted and with blood stains on his clothes. Can you blame me for being curious?”
“Why don't you ask him yourself?” There was a moment of silence during which Uruha shifting his gaze down to the floor, and Reita let out a small chuckle, sipping on his blood. “You're scared.”
“Well of course I am. He's a demon.”
“So am I.” Reita's eyebrows lifted in challenge, and his grin widened. “But you're not scared of me, are you?”
“You haven't hurt me yet.”
“What difference does it make?”
Uruha bit his lip and stared intensely at the floor. “Aoi has.”
Reita snorted. “Has he hurt you in a way you haven't liked?”
Uruha didn't like how long it took him to answer that question. “No.”
Reita just looked at him as if saying 'I told you so', downing the rest of his blood and licking his lips, rinsing the glass and leaving it in the sink. He started walking towards the living room, Uruha following a few steps behind. “So why are you scared of him?”
“I don't know.” Why was he? It wasn't like Aoi was torturing him or anything.
“Okay, I'll change the question then. Why don't you just ask Aoi?”
“Because I already did.”
Reita lay down on the couch, sighing heavily and closing his eyes. Uruha shifted awkwardly before kneeling on the carpet in front of him. “And let me guess, he didn't tell you?”
“He told me it was none of my business.”
“It isn't. You're his pet, Uruha, it's not like he wants to tell you everything about his personal life.”
“Why would he want to keep this a secret, though? What does he do that's so 'private'?”
“I told you, it's demon business. It's none of your concern, so maybe Aoi just doesn't want you to get involved too deeply. It could be dangerous for a human.” Reita clicked his tongue before he continued. “So, how do you like it here?”
“It's nice. And so is the company. Sure beats the last place I lived.”
“Really?” Reita turned over on his side, giving Uruha a calculative stare, who flinched under the scrutiny. “Haven't heard a human say that in a while. You're an interesting one.”
“Thank you, I guess,” Uruha said, nodding his head in a small bow which made Reita grin. “Or maybe I just used to live in a really shitty place.”
Reita's brows furrowed at that, but he didn't dig. “Hope Kai hasn't talked a hole in your head yet.”
Uruha smiled at the mention. “He really is a chatty one. But it's nice. I don't usually like talking too much, so it's refreshing to have someone to keep the conversation going. I think it would get awkward if he wasn't like that.”
“You're really fitting in here easily. Hope you don't plan to run away like Aoi's last one.”
“Not after I heard what happened to him.”
Reita's gaze narrowed, and his next words came out slowly. “Aoi was devastated. He felt like someone had stabbed him in the back, and he didn't go out or eat for weeks. I almost thought he'd starve himself to death.” Uruha looked up, his eyes widening, but Reita kept talking. “He thought he could finally stop being so lonely, have someone waiting at home for him every day who would give him the comfort and companionship he needed, and then the bastard took his first opportunity to escape. If I could, I would bring the fucker back to life just to have the pleasure of killing him myself.”
Uruha nodded, Reita rolling over onto his back again, staring up at the ceiling. “If you don't mind me asking, what's your relationship with Aoi?”
“He's like my brother. I've known him for most of my life, and he's the best friend I have. Him and Ruki, although with Ruki it's more complicated than that.”
“What do you mean?”
Reita let out a deep breath, folding his arms behind his head. “We used to be lovers.”
“Oh. I'm sorry.”
“For what? We were together for a long time before we realised that we work even better as friends. Neither of us were heartbroken, and Ruki is happy with Kai now so there's nothing to be sorry about.”
Uruha was about to say something when he heard the door open, Aoi entering the apartment and locking it securely. “I'm home,” he called out, before grinning when he saw that Reita was there. “Hello, Rei. You didn't tell me you were stopping by. Hope you didn't have to wait long.”
“I stole some of your blood, if you don't mind.”
“Not at all, I have my own, fresh supply now, remember.” Aoi sat down in his armchair and crooked a finger towards Uruha, motioning for him to come over. Uruha nodded and crawled over to Aoi, letting himself be pulled into Aoi's lap. He let out a soft sigh when Aoi's teeth pierced his neck, sucking blood out of him at a rapid pace. He stayed completely still until Aoi had had his fill, curling his arms around Aoi's waist.
Uruha didn't realise he had fallen asleep until he was woken up by Aoi nibbling on his ear. “Get up,” he said, nudging Uruha gently onto the carpet. Uruha knelt next to the chair, only barely remembering through his sleepy haze that he was supposed to look down. He stared at the floor, yawning, still in the process of waking up while Aoi followed Reita to the door, wishing him a safe trip home and a good hunt, whatever that was supposed to mean. Uruha wasn't sure he even wanted to know.
“You didn't offer yourself to Reita?” Aoi grinned as he asked it, crossing his arms. “It's rude of a host not to offer his guests any nourishment.”
“Not that I'm the host, after all.” Uruha bit the inside of his cheek, fidgeting in his kneeling pose on the carpet. “It's not in my place to offer your belongings to Reita, Master.”
Aoi's grin widened further as Uruha had reacted exactly the way he wanted to his little... well, he supposed he could call it a test. “Good boy, you remember your place.” He walked over to Uruha and scratched underneath his chin, as if petting a cat, before he grabbed Uruha's neck and lifted him to his feet. “Let's see how obedient you can be. Close your eyes.”
Resisting the urge to fight Aoi's grip, Uruha shut his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath. Aoi pushed him until the back of his knees hit the chair, forcing him to sit. He waited patiently while Aoi went to his bedroom, flinching as he heard Aoi's voice from directly next to him, not having anticipated Aoi to be so close. “Good boy, now sit still.” Uruha felt a cloth being tied around his head, covering his eyes, and he blinked a few times to get used to the feeling. His vision was completely black, and his eyelashes were rubbing uncomfortably against the blindfold when he blinked, so he just kept them closed.
Uruha's trousers were pulled off along with his underwear, and his arms were wrenched backwards. Aoi fastened a pair of cuffs around his wrists, chaining Uruha's hands together behind the armchair, giving Uruha little freedom of movement. “Spread your legs,” Aoi instructed, and Uruha did as he was told, feeling a blush creep onto his cheeks at being exposed so vulgarly.
His stomach tightened and he recoiled as his inner thigh was hit with what felt like a flogger, leaving an uncomfortable sting behind it. He had reflexively closed his legs, trying to shield his body from harm, but the strands of the flogger rained down on his chest this time, making him hiss in pain. “Keep them spread.” Reluctantly, Uruha parted his legs again, trying to breathe evenly. His other thigh was hit this time, and Uruha bit back a groan. The fact that the pain was so close to his groin made him extra sensitive, and he was tense with anticipation and fear.
He flinched as a hand stroked his skin soothingly, caressing his trembling thigh. “Relax, keep breathing.” He was grateful that Aoi was coaxing him gently through this, giving him time to adjust to the new sensations. Each impact from the flogger hurt less, and he started feeling pleasure with every hit. It was a bit like a drug, numbing the pain and giving him a euphoric rush, making him crave for more. He still flinched every time he was hit, but more out of surprise than pain.
Aoi put more force into his strokes, flicking his wrist at a faster pace, grinning as Uruha spread his legs more, welcoming the sensation. A wanton moan slipped past his lips and he rattled the chains, wanting to stroke his aching dick, relieve some of the pressure. He was disappointed when Aoi stopped flogging him entirely, trying to calm down and listen for Aoi's footsteps over the sound of his own panting.
Having put the flogger away, Aoi knelt down in front of Uruha, lifting his legs onto his shoulders and kissing the red welts on the inside of his thighs, enjoying hearing his pet mewl as he sucked lightly on the sensitive skin. His lips left a wet trail behind as they moved towards Uruha's ass, Aoi hoisting Uruha's hips higher up as he prodded at the hole with his tongue. He licked around the entrance, lapping at it like a kitten, before forcing the slick, wet muscle inside of Uruha, drawing soft gasps from his lips.
Uruha was having enough problems laying still, his legs flexed and twitched involuntarily, and his head thrashed from side to side as Aoi fucked him with his tongue, curling it and expertly rubbing all of Uruha's sensitive spots. Moans were spilling uncontrollably from his lips, and he was certain if he had solid footing under his feet, he would be humping Aoi's face now.
Aoi withdrew his face from between Uruha's ass cheeks, lapping a few times at the flexing hole before he stood up, moving behind the chair and starting to toy with Uruha's cuffs. “Want them off?” Uruha muttered an affirmative, and Aoi chuckled. “Remember the rules; you're not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so.” With that, Aoi unfastened the chain that kept the cuffs linked together, but he didn't remove them entirely. “Turn around, on your knees, hands on the backrest.”
Uruha stretched his sore arms before getting into position, blindly fumbling around before he managed to drape himself over the back of the chair, gripping the top tightly while positioning his knees as far apart as he could on the small space. Aoi rewarded him with a hum of approval and a light smack to his ass, taking the length of thin chain that was still attached to one of Uruha's cuffs and looping it once around his neck, before fastening it to Uruha's other wrist.
“Master?” Uruha twitched uncomfortably, finding that if he moved his arms too much, he put pressure on his windpipe and made it harder to breathe.
“Be an obedient pet now and stay more or less still,” Aoi said, kissing Uruha's neck down his spine. “We wouldn't want you to choke yourself, would we?” The grin was evident in the sadistic tone of his voice, and Uruha had to choke back a moan. Aoi shed his trousers and pushed his boxers down, placing the tip of his dick at Uruha's wet, throbbing entrance.
As Aoi pushed himself slowly inside, Uruha struggled not to move too much. His ass was readily accepting Aoi's cock, despite the lack of proper lube, simply because the pain had become so mingled with the pleasure by now that everything was just a dizzying haze to him. Aoi's dick slid out of him, rubbing against his insides and making him moan deep in his throat.
Smirking, Aoi pulled all the way out before slamming back into Uruha's ass, knocking the air out of him as he started fucking him at a fast pace, gripping Uruha's hips and thrusting into him feverishly. Uruha's grip on the chair faltered for a second, and his hand slid a few inches, but it was enough to tighten the chain around his throat, shortening his air supply. Somehow, that didn't bother him at all as he simply kept moaning, feeling precum drip down his shaft.
“My, aren't you a good little whore?” Aoi nibbled on Uruha's shoulder, tracing the chain around his neck with his tongue, teasing the skin that was pulled taut underneath his wet muscle. “Your ass is taking me so greedily, swallowing me up like the cock-hungry little slut you are.” Uruha couldn't really deny it, he really was hungry for Aoi's dick right now, and it showed in the way his ass was clenching around him, the way his legs were trembling with the sheer force of keeping him in an upright position while his ass was being ravaged like that.
A particularly hard thrust to his prostate made Uruha's hand slip again, and he was wheezing for air now, the lack of oxygen making his brain cloudy and his knees wobble. All he could feel was the intense pleasure, Aoi fucking him hard while whispering profanities in his ear. He somehow managed to keep breathing, even though his throat was being constricted deliciously.
“Come for me, pet,” Aoi coaxed, and Uruha wheezed for breath as his dick pulsated, coating the armchair with his sperm. Aoi followed a few seconds later, filling Uruha's ass with his come and pulling out, wiping the remains off on Uruha's leg.
Uruha kept completely still while Aoi got dressed and carefully removed both the chain and the cuffs, letting Uruha take a couple of deep breaths before he kissed him forcefully, pulling on his hair and pushing his tongue past Uruha's lips, exploring his mouth hungrily. The blindfold was last to go, and while Uruha's eyes adjusted to the light, Aoi went to the kitchen to get the small box of pills.
“You fell asleep in my lap earlier, something that shouldn't have happened with the amount of sleep you got tonight. Let me guess, you forgot to take your pill this morning?” Uruha blushed and nodded his head, accepting the box from Aoi with a 'thanks' and swallowing down two pills with the glass of water Aoi had brought. “You need to remember to take those, or you'll get weak from lack of proper nutrients. Remember, I am drinking your blood, after all.”
“Thank you for your concern, Master, I will try to remember it next time.” Uruha smiled apologetically and pulled his boxers back on.
Aoi sat down on the couch and patted his lap. “Lay down and rest, we can watch a film or something while you recover.” Uruha nodded and made himself comfortable, curled up on the sofa with his head in Aoi's lap. He couldn't be bothered to shower right now, especially not when Aoi's hand tangled in his hair, petting him affectionately. He was feeling sated and tired, his ass was starting to sting a little but it wasn't too bad.
Uruha's mind was drifting off, and at some point he remembered his conversation with Reita from earlier. He hadn't tried to escape yet, and truth be told, he probably wouldn't even if he had the chance. As fucked up as it might sound, living the rest of his days as a demon's pet was still a better alternative than what his life had been like only a week back. For once, he felt like he could be himself without being judged for it. It was ironic that it was only now that he was completely trapped that he truly felt free.
A/N: Very little development of any sort in this chapter, but hey, at least Uru is happy.