His (ch. 1)
Title: His
Chapter: 1/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, more to come later
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: They're tied up naked on my bed. ...Okay no, I don't own them.
Comment: EDIT: If anyone still remembers this fic, it has been cancelled. My drive and desire to continue this story disappeared, sorry about that. It will remain at 7 chapters forever. I'm leaving it up in case anyone wants to read it anyway, but now you've been warned.
He should never have come here. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Uruha looked around cautiously. To his left was the entrance to a dark alley, and a girl was leaning against the wall, a cigarette hanging from her lips, clad in tight-fitting clothes so small they showed off just about everything she had to offer. Shuddering in slight disgust, Uruha turned again to face the double doors of the club, silently debating whether or not he should go through with this. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to see three guys on the other side of the road staring at him. One of them whistled, and that did it; Uruha willed his legs to move and entered the club with what he hoped was an air of indifference.
Once inside, though, he quickly wished he could just turn around and leave. The club was full of scantily clad people grinding their bodies together in what Uruha assumed was supposed to be dancing. Straightening out his skirt, he made his way over to the bar, plopping down on one of the barstools and waving the bartender over. He flipped through the 'menu' on the counter and ordered a colourful cocktail, trying to calm his frantic heart. He really should just go home. This wasn't a good place to be alone, especially not at his age. But he was just too curious. The dangers of youth. Curiosity, self-exploration and some sexuality issues.
Uruha had known for some time now that he was into some 'weird shit', as his friends put it. Why that had compelled him to sneak out of his house in the middle of the night to go to some shady club he'd found on the internet and get piss drunk, he had no clue. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Find a guy who was into kinky sex, try it out and see how it went. It was a simple experiment on human nature, but the alcohol he swallowed down only seemed to sober him up, and the more he thought about it, the stupider his plan seemed. Well, now he was here, he might as well just go through with it, so Uruha gulped down the last of his drink and headed out onto the dance floor. Now that he'd mustered up the courage to get here, he might as well enjoy himself.
~
He had been following him with his eyes ever since he entered the club. He was nervous. He tried to hide it behind fake confidence and a determined expression, but Aoi saw right through it. The aura of fright and doubt surrounding him was so strong it was like a cloud of smoke. The corner of Aoi's mouth quirked up in a grin. He watched from his comfy chair in the corner of the club as the boy ordered a drink, sipping it every now and then. When he'd finished the drink, he threw a note on the counter and walked out onto the dance floor. Now that piked Aoi's interest. Could he dance?
Aoi watched to his great amusement as the boy indeed began dancing, swaying his hips to the music. His eyes, painted with eyeliner and purple eyeshadow, fluttered shut, completely oblivious to the world around him. His arms started moving as well, seductively caressing his sides as the boy expertly danced himself into a trance. His blonde locks brushed over his shoulders, framing his gorgeous face. Aoi took his time appreciating the show, his eyes lingering on the boy's ass, barely even covered by the denim miniskirt. He spared one last glance at the boy's legs, milky pale through the fishnet stockings, ending in high-heeled purple pumps that matched his thin tank top, and stood from his chair.
Making his way to the middle of the club, Aoi grabbed the boy's hips, pressing himself against his back and licking along the shell of his ear. “Some good dance moves you got there,” he whispered, moving along the boy to the beat of the music.
Slightly startled by the man who had just appeared behind him, the boy snapped his eyes open and turned his head to look at Aoi. “Thank you,” he said and blushed, still dancing while Aoi's hands gently rubbed his hips.
“What's your name?” Aoi asked, nipping and licking at the boy's neck.
“Uruha,” the boy gasped out.
“Want to come home with me, Uruha?” Aoi leaned down to kiss the boy's shoulder, inhaling the scent of slight arousal and... fear. They were still dancing, but Aoi had started slowly grinding his hips against Uruha's, rubbing his groin against his ass pointedly.
“Why not?”
~
As Uruha sat in the cab, watching as the city lights flew past, one question stayed ever-present in his mind. Why the fuck had he just agreed to go home with a stranger? The answer was easy. First of all, that had been his plan all along, hadn't it? Secondly, Aoi was insanely hot. Uruha looked at him in the corner of his eye, black, shoulder-length hair, gorgeous, broad lips, and the world's most beautiful eyes. Aoi met his gaze, and for a second his eyes looked like they had a reddish tint to them. Uruha smiled, and Aoi grinned back before turning to watch the road again.
The cab stopped outside a tall building, and Uruha walked up to the doorstep while Aoi paid the driver. He shivered slightly in the cold, rubbing his arms slowly to heat them up. He should have brought a jacket. But then he heard the cab drive away, and felt a broad chest press against his back, arms wrapping around him, and he sighed at the touch. Aoi's body was warm, despite him not wearing a jacket either.
“Come on,” Aoi said and nudged Uruha towards the entrance. Fishing a key out of his pocket, Aoi unlocked the door and held it open for Uruha, who blushed slightly at the treatment. Sure, he was wearing a skirt, but he still wasn't used to being treated like a girl. It was along elevator ride to the 12th floor, and all the while Aoi was staring blatantly at Uruha's legs, licking his lips and grinning.
It felt like forever until Uruha was finally inside Aoi's apartment, but when he was, he just admired the furniture. Everything looked sleek, dark and expensive, and Uruha shuddered. Aoi must be rich.
Aoi locked the door and turned around to look at Uruha, who was admiring the decorations obliviously. He took a few steps closer, chuckling darkly as his mouth started to water.
“You smell pure. Clean.”
“I showered this morning.” Uruha answered, cocking a brow at Aoi who only grinned wider.
“Not that kind of clean. Innocent.” He ran his hand down Uruha's arm, his voice turning into a whisper. “It would be a shame if someone ruined you.”
“True, I'm a virgin, but I was kind of planning to change that tonight. With your help, preferably.” Uruha grabbed Aoi's hips, pressing himself tightly against Aoi's body and staring at him sultrily.
Aoi laughed and groped Uruha's ass shamelessly. “Such impatient things, you humans.”
“You humans?” Uruha seemed slightly put off, the smile falling from his lips.
Aoi ignored him in favour of leaning over and licking and sucking at his neck. He had to restrain himself not to bite. Uruha moaned and relaxed into Aoi's hold. “Yes. You humans.” Aoi lifted his head again to look straight into Uruha's eyes.
Uruha stared in confusion as Aoi's eyes turned completely red. Then he smiled widely, revealing his teeth, and now Uruha saw that his canines were long and pointy, almost like... fangs.
Letting out a shriek of horror, Uruha pushed Aoi away, his eyes widening in horror. “What the fuck are you?”
“A demon. A bit like your traditional vampires, except neither sunlight nor wooden stakes can hurt me.” Aoi chuckled, keeping his distance, waiting curiously for Uruha's reaction
“So you're going to eat me? Drink my blood?” Uruha knew he should probably scream and run, but there was something about Aoi that just drew him in, made him want to stay.
“Not necessarily.” Aoi took a few steps forward again, bringing his face close to Uruha's. “I was planning to seduce you, fuck you, and let you go. But there's something different about you.”
It was true. There was something about Uruha that made Aoi want to own him. And what Aoi wanted, Aoi got. He kissed Uruha harshly, slipping his tongue past Uruha's lips and fucking his mouth with it. While he distracted Uruha with his oral skills, Aoi delved into his mind, seeking out the human's inner desires.
Uruha pulled away reluctantly, panting softly as he looked up at Aoi with hooded eyes. “So what's plan B?”
“Plan B,” Aoi said and gripped Uruha's hair, yanking his head down and forcing him to look at Aoi, “is to restrain you, have my way with you, and claim you as mine.”
The way he uttered that last word had Uruha shuddering in delight. Then, for a split second, it seemed Uruha's mind cleared of the alcohol and he could think properly again, and all he could think about was how damn good that sounded. In that one, clear moment, Uruha knew that what he wanted the most in the whole world was to be possessed, to be utterly and truly dominated, and this seemed like the best opportunity he would ever get.
“And what makes you think I would be okay with that?” Uruha cursed his trembling voice. He knew he shouldn't be poking the bear, but if it could earn him a good punishment, then he was willing to poke until his fingers were sore.
Grinning even wider, Aoi could have laughed at the behaviour Uruha was displaying. Aoi knew that Uruha wanted to be dominated, but this seemed to just seal the deal. Uruha wanted it hard, rough, and fucking painful. And Aoi was going to give it to him.
Forcing Uruha to kneel with the grip on his hair, Aoi leaned down to growl at Uruha. “I don't fucking care if you're okay with it or not. What you want doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is my pleasure.” Letting go of Uruha's hair, Aoi slapped him hard across the face, and Uruha groaned loudly. “Besides, you're such a masochistic slut you'll like it anyway.”
The words were humiliating, degrading, and Uruha just loved it. He clawed at Aoi's arms, throwing his head back and gasping out. “More.”
Aoi complied and slapped Uruha again, hard enough that Uruha's head snapped to the side and his cheek turned red, but it didn't seem like Uruha could really get enough. He moaned again, his hands coming to the front of Aoi's pants to fumble with the belt, ripping it off him and opening his pants, pulling them and his underwear down to Aoi's thighs.
Aoi's cock sprung free, and Uruha immediately started stroking it. Aoi shrugged out of his shirt, pulling his pants all the way down and stepping out of them completely, taking his socks off as well. Then he held his foot in front of Uruha's face, scowling down at him. “Lick it.”
Uruha bent forward, staring up at Aoi through his hair as he stuck his tongue out, experimentally touching it to the top of Aoi's foot. When Aoi said nothing, he obediently ran it up to Aoi's ankle, then slowly back down again. He licked from Aoi's toes to his ankle like that several times, every time moving to a different spot, trying to cover every inch of skin, all the while staring at Aoi.
Suddenly Aoi squatted down in front of Uruha, looking at his flushed face. Uruha was sweating, his hair sticking to his face in several places, his lips were parted and he was sucking in shallow breaths, meeting Aoi's gaze.
Uruha winced as Aoi ripped his tank top off his body, revealing Uruha's hard nipples. A hand came up to toy with a pink bud, and Uruha gasped, throwing his head back, but Aoi's free hand grabbed his hair and forced him to look at him again. Then Aoi pinched the flesh underneath Uruha's nipple hard, and Uruha moaned wantonly, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Does it hurt?” Aoi asked, and Uruha couldn't do anything but nod as Aoi's nails dug into his skin, almost breaking it. “But you still like it.” Aoi stuck his hand between Uruha's legs, smirking when he found the thin fabric of a thong. He cupped Uruha's erection, feeling the stickiness of Uruha's precome soiling his underwear.
“N-No.” Uruha pointlessly argued, struggling to catch his breath. Then Aoi pinched the inside of his thigh, and his breath hitched and he had to bite back a moan.
“Don't lie to me. You're so hard you're dripping with precome,” Aoi said, rubbing Uruha's bulge with his palm. “You like pain.”
Uruha shook his head weakly, but then Aoi stood up, and he almost regretted it. “Strip.” Aoi ordered, and Uruha stood up as well, sliding his skirt off before doing the same with his thong and the stockings. Despite denying it, Uruha was achingly hard, and his cock brushed against his stomach as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Pushing Uruha against the nearest wall, Aoi lifted his arms high above his head and pinned them to the wall, rubbing his thigh between Uruha's legs. Uruha moaned again as Aoi started grinding his thigh against Uruha's crotch. All this while, Aoi had been holding back, but now he couldn't restrain himself any more, and he bit down into Uruha's shoulder, piercing a vein with his fangs and gulping down mouthfuls of blood. Uruha only moaned even louder, and Aoi kept sucking at the wound, before licking it closed when he'd had his fill.
Uruha was thrashing in Aoi's grip, the pain almost too much to bear, but at the same time it was just so fucking good. He parted his lips instantly when Aoi kissed him, prodding at Aoi's own with his tongue. Aoi complied, opening his mouth, and Uruha ran his tongue over Aoi's fangs, tasting some of his blood there. It was so forbidden, so sinful, and he wished Aoi would just take him already.
Suddenly Aoi flipped Uruha around, pressing him into the wall. “Stay,” he ordered, before walking over to the couch, taking out a tube of lubrication from between the pillows. He returned to Uruha, squirting some lube into his hand and pushing a finger into him, thrusting it in and out a couple of times.
When Aoi added a second finger, Uruha moaned lewdly, trying to grip at the wall but failing badly. It wasn't long until Aoi added a third finger, scissoring them and stretching Uruha thoroughly. After what felt like an eternity, Uruha was pushing back against the fingers eagerly, wanting more. “Please... ah... fuck me! I'm ready, I want it.”
“So now you want it, huh?” Aoi chuckled, pulling his fingers out and lubing up his cock. Uruha nodded shamefully, his cheeks turning bright red.
“You want it rough? Want me to fuck you so hard you'll feel it for weeks? Want me to make you scream and beg for me to stop?”
“Oh yes, please!”
“You know the deal.” The tip of Aoi's cock brushed against Uruha's hole, and he pushed back, but Aoi grabbed his hips and held him in place. “Once I fuck you, you're mine. The second I push my cock into your tight little hole, your whole body belongs to me.”
Uruha shook with pleasure, and he let out a string of curses, his own dick twitching uncomfortably between his legs. Screw everything, screw school, screw his friends, screw his mum. Uruha was willing to give all of it up for this. It was what he longed for, to be owned, to be used, to be nothing but a fucktoy, a vessel for someone else's pleasure.
“Claim me, then.”
Aoi, who had been looking into Uruha's mind for the slightest shard of regret, the tiniest little doubt towards what Uruha felt, smiled in relief. Softly, he kissed Uruha's shoulder, his lips lingering a while on the soft flesh, before he slammed into Uruha's ass in one thrust, pulling out again almost immediately.
Uruha screamed when Aoi started pounding into him. It took some time before he adjusted to the feeling of having his ass stretched so widely, but even the pain was pure bliss. His own hips slammed against the wall with each thrust, and he pushed back every time, trying to get Aoi even deeper.
Aoi yanked on Uruha's hair, forcing his head back and straining his neck painfully. He licked up the side, feeling the veins pulled taut underneath his tongue, and he scraped his teeth lightly against them. Uruha was moaning shamelessly now, and Aoi grunted as he slammed his cock into him again and again.
Then Aoi changed the angle of his thrusts a little, and he hit a certain spot inside Uruha that made him scream. Making sure to hit that spot every time, Aoi licked the shell of Uruha's ear, toying with the piercings and biting harshly. Uruha tried to turn his head to the side, but Aoi's tight grip on his hair prevented him from moving. The Aoi pulled back to growl into Uruha's ear. “You're mine.”
That seemed to do it for Uruha, his eyes rolled back into his skull and he screamed out as he came, his come splattering against the wall. His hole clenched around Aoi, who followed shortly after, shooting his load into Uruha's ass with a low growl. When Uruha's body went limp against the wall, Aoi gently lay him down on the floor, getting tissues from the coffee table and wiping the come off them both.
Uruha was lying still on the floor while Aoi cleaned him. That was one of the most amazing things he had ever experienced in his whole life. He had only just regained his breath when Aoi had gotten dressed again and was sitting on the couch.
“Kneel in front of me,” he ordered, and Uruha got up on his hands and knees, crawling over to the couch. “You do realize what this means, right? You can never go back to your normal life. When a human becomes a demon's property, they're bound to them until they either die or the demon tires of them.”
“I understand. I'm willing to leave everything behind.”
“Good. In order to save us both the questions, I'll explain the basics for you. Demons often go to the human world to live here. We find humans amusing. Some bring their own partners, some just fuck around with any humans they can find, while others take in one or more pets, companions, if you'd like. The role of the pet is to follow their demon around everywhere, do as they say and please them in any way they can. They have no freedom, no power over their own body, and their main purpose is to fulfil their demon's needs. Most pets also take a great deal of enjoyment out of the deal, and willingly submit.”
“About that, how did you know I would like it?”
“Demons have the power to enter the minds of humans under certain circumstances. Either if the human has drunk the demon's blood, and a blood pact has been created, or if the human is feeling intense emotions, whether it's anger, joy, pleasure or something else.”
“So you read my mind?” Uruha raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if he was so happy with someone being able to hear what he was thinking. Even if it was just 'under certain circumstances'.
“Not exactly. I looked into your mind to see what you wanted, what kind of things you liked. Luckily for me, you have a fetish for Dominance and Submission.”
“Yeah, I do. Even if I didn't realise it myself before today, I want to be owned, and even more so, I want to be used.” It felt like a weight was lifted off Uruha's chest, and a sudden wave of happiness filled him. His eyes welled up, and he bowed his head to hide the forming tears.
“So I take it you want to be my pet, then.”
“Your pet, your whore, your toy. I'll be anything you want me to be.” And Uruha meant it. This felt like the happiest day of his life. In only hours, he'd left his previous home, met a demon, given up all his freedom in exchange for a life of pleasure.
“Good. Now we need to set down the ground rules.” Aoi's expression changed from soft to harsh, and he stared down at Uruha with a stern look on his face. “You will call me 'Master' or 'Aoi-sama'. When we're in public or there are others around, you will not speak until spoken to, and you will keep your eyes downcast. You will answer only to my orders, and you will do so no matter what they are. When you misbehave, you will be punished, and you can be damn sure that I'll be doing my best to make sure it's not something you enjoy. Do you understand so far?”
“Yes, Master,” Uruha nodded.
“Good boy. If there's anything you're uncomfortable with or don't like, you can talk to me about it. You're not allowed to have sex with anyone but me unless I tell you otherwise. You will not initiate any physical contact with anyone except me. You're not allowed to touch yourself in a sexual manner unless I say so.”
Uruha raised a brow at that, but Aoi quickly shut him up. “If you want pleasure, you'll ask me. Otherwise, I'll just take what I want. I will probably need to feed daily, so you will have to take some pills every morning to avoid getting weak from blood loss, and there are also protein shakes in the refrigerator. You're not allowed to contact your family, friends or anyone from your past life from now on. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Understand, Uruha, that I'm one of the least cruel demons out there. I will actually care about you, your health and your pleasure as well as mine.”
“I understand that, Master. But remember that I will take pleasure out of being treated cruelly and forced to do things against my will.”
Aoi smiled at Uruha. He could tell even without looking at his thoughts that Uruha was being honest. “Of course.” He stood up and pointed to a door to the side. “That door leads to a small corridor. On the right side is the kitchen. If you're hungry, you can eat whatever you find. If there's something you're missing, feel free to tell me. On the counter you'll also find the pills I told you about. On the left side is the bathroom. Remember to tell me when you run out of shampoo. I want you to shave at least your face and legs daily. You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. Oh, and don't even try to escape. Any questions?”
“None, Master.”
“Good night, then.”
“Good night, Master.”
Aoi ruffled Uruha's hair before he left the living room, entering his own private bedroom and changing to pyjamas. As he fell down on the bed, pulling the covers over his head, his last thought before he fell asleep was “This is going to be fun.”
Chapter: 1/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha, more to come later
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: They're tied up naked on my bed. ...Okay no, I don't own them.
Comment: EDIT: If anyone still remembers this fic, it has been cancelled. My drive and desire to continue this story disappeared, sorry about that. It will remain at 7 chapters forever. I'm leaving it up in case anyone wants to read it anyway, but now you've been warned.
He should never have come here. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Uruha looked around cautiously. To his left was the entrance to a dark alley, and a girl was leaning against the wall, a cigarette hanging from her lips, clad in tight-fitting clothes so small they showed off just about everything she had to offer. Shuddering in slight disgust, Uruha turned again to face the double doors of the club, silently debating whether or not he should go through with this. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to see three guys on the other side of the road staring at him. One of them whistled, and that did it; Uruha willed his legs to move and entered the club with what he hoped was an air of indifference.
Once inside, though, he quickly wished he could just turn around and leave. The club was full of scantily clad people grinding their bodies together in what Uruha assumed was supposed to be dancing. Straightening out his skirt, he made his way over to the bar, plopping down on one of the barstools and waving the bartender over. He flipped through the 'menu' on the counter and ordered a colourful cocktail, trying to calm his frantic heart. He really should just go home. This wasn't a good place to be alone, especially not at his age. But he was just too curious. The dangers of youth. Curiosity, self-exploration and some sexuality issues.
Uruha had known for some time now that he was into some 'weird shit', as his friends put it. Why that had compelled him to sneak out of his house in the middle of the night to go to some shady club he'd found on the internet and get piss drunk, he had no clue. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Find a guy who was into kinky sex, try it out and see how it went. It was a simple experiment on human nature, but the alcohol he swallowed down only seemed to sober him up, and the more he thought about it, the stupider his plan seemed. Well, now he was here, he might as well just go through with it, so Uruha gulped down the last of his drink and headed out onto the dance floor. Now that he'd mustered up the courage to get here, he might as well enjoy himself.
~
He had been following him with his eyes ever since he entered the club. He was nervous. He tried to hide it behind fake confidence and a determined expression, but Aoi saw right through it. The aura of fright and doubt surrounding him was so strong it was like a cloud of smoke. The corner of Aoi's mouth quirked up in a grin. He watched from his comfy chair in the corner of the club as the boy ordered a drink, sipping it every now and then. When he'd finished the drink, he threw a note on the counter and walked out onto the dance floor. Now that piked Aoi's interest. Could he dance?
Aoi watched to his great amusement as the boy indeed began dancing, swaying his hips to the music. His eyes, painted with eyeliner and purple eyeshadow, fluttered shut, completely oblivious to the world around him. His arms started moving as well, seductively caressing his sides as the boy expertly danced himself into a trance. His blonde locks brushed over his shoulders, framing his gorgeous face. Aoi took his time appreciating the show, his eyes lingering on the boy's ass, barely even covered by the denim miniskirt. He spared one last glance at the boy's legs, milky pale through the fishnet stockings, ending in high-heeled purple pumps that matched his thin tank top, and stood from his chair.
Making his way to the middle of the club, Aoi grabbed the boy's hips, pressing himself against his back and licking along the shell of his ear. “Some good dance moves you got there,” he whispered, moving along the boy to the beat of the music.
Slightly startled by the man who had just appeared behind him, the boy snapped his eyes open and turned his head to look at Aoi. “Thank you,” he said and blushed, still dancing while Aoi's hands gently rubbed his hips.
“What's your name?” Aoi asked, nipping and licking at the boy's neck.
“Uruha,” the boy gasped out.
“Want to come home with me, Uruha?” Aoi leaned down to kiss the boy's shoulder, inhaling the scent of slight arousal and... fear. They were still dancing, but Aoi had started slowly grinding his hips against Uruha's, rubbing his groin against his ass pointedly.
“Why not?”
~
As Uruha sat in the cab, watching as the city lights flew past, one question stayed ever-present in his mind. Why the fuck had he just agreed to go home with a stranger? The answer was easy. First of all, that had been his plan all along, hadn't it? Secondly, Aoi was insanely hot. Uruha looked at him in the corner of his eye, black, shoulder-length hair, gorgeous, broad lips, and the world's most beautiful eyes. Aoi met his gaze, and for a second his eyes looked like they had a reddish tint to them. Uruha smiled, and Aoi grinned back before turning to watch the road again.
The cab stopped outside a tall building, and Uruha walked up to the doorstep while Aoi paid the driver. He shivered slightly in the cold, rubbing his arms slowly to heat them up. He should have brought a jacket. But then he heard the cab drive away, and felt a broad chest press against his back, arms wrapping around him, and he sighed at the touch. Aoi's body was warm, despite him not wearing a jacket either.
“Come on,” Aoi said and nudged Uruha towards the entrance. Fishing a key out of his pocket, Aoi unlocked the door and held it open for Uruha, who blushed slightly at the treatment. Sure, he was wearing a skirt, but he still wasn't used to being treated like a girl. It was along elevator ride to the 12th floor, and all the while Aoi was staring blatantly at Uruha's legs, licking his lips and grinning.
It felt like forever until Uruha was finally inside Aoi's apartment, but when he was, he just admired the furniture. Everything looked sleek, dark and expensive, and Uruha shuddered. Aoi must be rich.
Aoi locked the door and turned around to look at Uruha, who was admiring the decorations obliviously. He took a few steps closer, chuckling darkly as his mouth started to water.
“You smell pure. Clean.”
“I showered this morning.” Uruha answered, cocking a brow at Aoi who only grinned wider.
“Not that kind of clean. Innocent.” He ran his hand down Uruha's arm, his voice turning into a whisper. “It would be a shame if someone ruined you.”
“True, I'm a virgin, but I was kind of planning to change that tonight. With your help, preferably.” Uruha grabbed Aoi's hips, pressing himself tightly against Aoi's body and staring at him sultrily.
Aoi laughed and groped Uruha's ass shamelessly. “Such impatient things, you humans.”
“You humans?” Uruha seemed slightly put off, the smile falling from his lips.
Aoi ignored him in favour of leaning over and licking and sucking at his neck. He had to restrain himself not to bite. Uruha moaned and relaxed into Aoi's hold. “Yes. You humans.” Aoi lifted his head again to look straight into Uruha's eyes.
Uruha stared in confusion as Aoi's eyes turned completely red. Then he smiled widely, revealing his teeth, and now Uruha saw that his canines were long and pointy, almost like... fangs.
Letting out a shriek of horror, Uruha pushed Aoi away, his eyes widening in horror. “What the fuck are you?”
“A demon. A bit like your traditional vampires, except neither sunlight nor wooden stakes can hurt me.” Aoi chuckled, keeping his distance, waiting curiously for Uruha's reaction
“So you're going to eat me? Drink my blood?” Uruha knew he should probably scream and run, but there was something about Aoi that just drew him in, made him want to stay.
“Not necessarily.” Aoi took a few steps forward again, bringing his face close to Uruha's. “I was planning to seduce you, fuck you, and let you go. But there's something different about you.”
It was true. There was something about Uruha that made Aoi want to own him. And what Aoi wanted, Aoi got. He kissed Uruha harshly, slipping his tongue past Uruha's lips and fucking his mouth with it. While he distracted Uruha with his oral skills, Aoi delved into his mind, seeking out the human's inner desires.
Uruha pulled away reluctantly, panting softly as he looked up at Aoi with hooded eyes. “So what's plan B?”
“Plan B,” Aoi said and gripped Uruha's hair, yanking his head down and forcing him to look at Aoi, “is to restrain you, have my way with you, and claim you as mine.”
The way he uttered that last word had Uruha shuddering in delight. Then, for a split second, it seemed Uruha's mind cleared of the alcohol and he could think properly again, and all he could think about was how damn good that sounded. In that one, clear moment, Uruha knew that what he wanted the most in the whole world was to be possessed, to be utterly and truly dominated, and this seemed like the best opportunity he would ever get.
“And what makes you think I would be okay with that?” Uruha cursed his trembling voice. He knew he shouldn't be poking the bear, but if it could earn him a good punishment, then he was willing to poke until his fingers were sore.
Grinning even wider, Aoi could have laughed at the behaviour Uruha was displaying. Aoi knew that Uruha wanted to be dominated, but this seemed to just seal the deal. Uruha wanted it hard, rough, and fucking painful. And Aoi was going to give it to him.
Forcing Uruha to kneel with the grip on his hair, Aoi leaned down to growl at Uruha. “I don't fucking care if you're okay with it or not. What you want doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is my pleasure.” Letting go of Uruha's hair, Aoi slapped him hard across the face, and Uruha groaned loudly. “Besides, you're such a masochistic slut you'll like it anyway.”
The words were humiliating, degrading, and Uruha just loved it. He clawed at Aoi's arms, throwing his head back and gasping out. “More.”
Aoi complied and slapped Uruha again, hard enough that Uruha's head snapped to the side and his cheek turned red, but it didn't seem like Uruha could really get enough. He moaned again, his hands coming to the front of Aoi's pants to fumble with the belt, ripping it off him and opening his pants, pulling them and his underwear down to Aoi's thighs.
Aoi's cock sprung free, and Uruha immediately started stroking it. Aoi shrugged out of his shirt, pulling his pants all the way down and stepping out of them completely, taking his socks off as well. Then he held his foot in front of Uruha's face, scowling down at him. “Lick it.”
Uruha bent forward, staring up at Aoi through his hair as he stuck his tongue out, experimentally touching it to the top of Aoi's foot. When Aoi said nothing, he obediently ran it up to Aoi's ankle, then slowly back down again. He licked from Aoi's toes to his ankle like that several times, every time moving to a different spot, trying to cover every inch of skin, all the while staring at Aoi.
Suddenly Aoi squatted down in front of Uruha, looking at his flushed face. Uruha was sweating, his hair sticking to his face in several places, his lips were parted and he was sucking in shallow breaths, meeting Aoi's gaze.
Uruha winced as Aoi ripped his tank top off his body, revealing Uruha's hard nipples. A hand came up to toy with a pink bud, and Uruha gasped, throwing his head back, but Aoi's free hand grabbed his hair and forced him to look at him again. Then Aoi pinched the flesh underneath Uruha's nipple hard, and Uruha moaned wantonly, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Does it hurt?” Aoi asked, and Uruha couldn't do anything but nod as Aoi's nails dug into his skin, almost breaking it. “But you still like it.” Aoi stuck his hand between Uruha's legs, smirking when he found the thin fabric of a thong. He cupped Uruha's erection, feeling the stickiness of Uruha's precome soiling his underwear.
“N-No.” Uruha pointlessly argued, struggling to catch his breath. Then Aoi pinched the inside of his thigh, and his breath hitched and he had to bite back a moan.
“Don't lie to me. You're so hard you're dripping with precome,” Aoi said, rubbing Uruha's bulge with his palm. “You like pain.”
Uruha shook his head weakly, but then Aoi stood up, and he almost regretted it. “Strip.” Aoi ordered, and Uruha stood up as well, sliding his skirt off before doing the same with his thong and the stockings. Despite denying it, Uruha was achingly hard, and his cock brushed against his stomach as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Pushing Uruha against the nearest wall, Aoi lifted his arms high above his head and pinned them to the wall, rubbing his thigh between Uruha's legs. Uruha moaned again as Aoi started grinding his thigh against Uruha's crotch. All this while, Aoi had been holding back, but now he couldn't restrain himself any more, and he bit down into Uruha's shoulder, piercing a vein with his fangs and gulping down mouthfuls of blood. Uruha only moaned even louder, and Aoi kept sucking at the wound, before licking it closed when he'd had his fill.
Uruha was thrashing in Aoi's grip, the pain almost too much to bear, but at the same time it was just so fucking good. He parted his lips instantly when Aoi kissed him, prodding at Aoi's own with his tongue. Aoi complied, opening his mouth, and Uruha ran his tongue over Aoi's fangs, tasting some of his blood there. It was so forbidden, so sinful, and he wished Aoi would just take him already.
Suddenly Aoi flipped Uruha around, pressing him into the wall. “Stay,” he ordered, before walking over to the couch, taking out a tube of lubrication from between the pillows. He returned to Uruha, squirting some lube into his hand and pushing a finger into him, thrusting it in and out a couple of times.
When Aoi added a second finger, Uruha moaned lewdly, trying to grip at the wall but failing badly. It wasn't long until Aoi added a third finger, scissoring them and stretching Uruha thoroughly. After what felt like an eternity, Uruha was pushing back against the fingers eagerly, wanting more. “Please... ah... fuck me! I'm ready, I want it.”
“So now you want it, huh?” Aoi chuckled, pulling his fingers out and lubing up his cock. Uruha nodded shamefully, his cheeks turning bright red.
“You want it rough? Want me to fuck you so hard you'll feel it for weeks? Want me to make you scream and beg for me to stop?”
“Oh yes, please!”
“You know the deal.” The tip of Aoi's cock brushed against Uruha's hole, and he pushed back, but Aoi grabbed his hips and held him in place. “Once I fuck you, you're mine. The second I push my cock into your tight little hole, your whole body belongs to me.”
Uruha shook with pleasure, and he let out a string of curses, his own dick twitching uncomfortably between his legs. Screw everything, screw school, screw his friends, screw his mum. Uruha was willing to give all of it up for this. It was what he longed for, to be owned, to be used, to be nothing but a fucktoy, a vessel for someone else's pleasure.
“Claim me, then.”
Aoi, who had been looking into Uruha's mind for the slightest shard of regret, the tiniest little doubt towards what Uruha felt, smiled in relief. Softly, he kissed Uruha's shoulder, his lips lingering a while on the soft flesh, before he slammed into Uruha's ass in one thrust, pulling out again almost immediately.
Uruha screamed when Aoi started pounding into him. It took some time before he adjusted to the feeling of having his ass stretched so widely, but even the pain was pure bliss. His own hips slammed against the wall with each thrust, and he pushed back every time, trying to get Aoi even deeper.
Aoi yanked on Uruha's hair, forcing his head back and straining his neck painfully. He licked up the side, feeling the veins pulled taut underneath his tongue, and he scraped his teeth lightly against them. Uruha was moaning shamelessly now, and Aoi grunted as he slammed his cock into him again and again.
Then Aoi changed the angle of his thrusts a little, and he hit a certain spot inside Uruha that made him scream. Making sure to hit that spot every time, Aoi licked the shell of Uruha's ear, toying with the piercings and biting harshly. Uruha tried to turn his head to the side, but Aoi's tight grip on his hair prevented him from moving. The Aoi pulled back to growl into Uruha's ear. “You're mine.”
That seemed to do it for Uruha, his eyes rolled back into his skull and he screamed out as he came, his come splattering against the wall. His hole clenched around Aoi, who followed shortly after, shooting his load into Uruha's ass with a low growl. When Uruha's body went limp against the wall, Aoi gently lay him down on the floor, getting tissues from the coffee table and wiping the come off them both.
Uruha was lying still on the floor while Aoi cleaned him. That was one of the most amazing things he had ever experienced in his whole life. He had only just regained his breath when Aoi had gotten dressed again and was sitting on the couch.
“Kneel in front of me,” he ordered, and Uruha got up on his hands and knees, crawling over to the couch. “You do realize what this means, right? You can never go back to your normal life. When a human becomes a demon's property, they're bound to them until they either die or the demon tires of them.”
“I understand. I'm willing to leave everything behind.”
“Good. In order to save us both the questions, I'll explain the basics for you. Demons often go to the human world to live here. We find humans amusing. Some bring their own partners, some just fuck around with any humans they can find, while others take in one or more pets, companions, if you'd like. The role of the pet is to follow their demon around everywhere, do as they say and please them in any way they can. They have no freedom, no power over their own body, and their main purpose is to fulfil their demon's needs. Most pets also take a great deal of enjoyment out of the deal, and willingly submit.”
“About that, how did you know I would like it?”
“Demons have the power to enter the minds of humans under certain circumstances. Either if the human has drunk the demon's blood, and a blood pact has been created, or if the human is feeling intense emotions, whether it's anger, joy, pleasure or something else.”
“So you read my mind?” Uruha raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if he was so happy with someone being able to hear what he was thinking. Even if it was just 'under certain circumstances'.
“Not exactly. I looked into your mind to see what you wanted, what kind of things you liked. Luckily for me, you have a fetish for Dominance and Submission.”
“Yeah, I do. Even if I didn't realise it myself before today, I want to be owned, and even more so, I want to be used.” It felt like a weight was lifted off Uruha's chest, and a sudden wave of happiness filled him. His eyes welled up, and he bowed his head to hide the forming tears.
“So I take it you want to be my pet, then.”
“Your pet, your whore, your toy. I'll be anything you want me to be.” And Uruha meant it. This felt like the happiest day of his life. In only hours, he'd left his previous home, met a demon, given up all his freedom in exchange for a life of pleasure.
“Good. Now we need to set down the ground rules.” Aoi's expression changed from soft to harsh, and he stared down at Uruha with a stern look on his face. “You will call me 'Master' or 'Aoi-sama'. When we're in public or there are others around, you will not speak until spoken to, and you will keep your eyes downcast. You will answer only to my orders, and you will do so no matter what they are. When you misbehave, you will be punished, and you can be damn sure that I'll be doing my best to make sure it's not something you enjoy. Do you understand so far?”
“Yes, Master,” Uruha nodded.
“Good boy. If there's anything you're uncomfortable with or don't like, you can talk to me about it. You're not allowed to have sex with anyone but me unless I tell you otherwise. You will not initiate any physical contact with anyone except me. You're not allowed to touch yourself in a sexual manner unless I say so.”
Uruha raised a brow at that, but Aoi quickly shut him up. “If you want pleasure, you'll ask me. Otherwise, I'll just take what I want. I will probably need to feed daily, so you will have to take some pills every morning to avoid getting weak from blood loss, and there are also protein shakes in the refrigerator. You're not allowed to contact your family, friends or anyone from your past life from now on. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Understand, Uruha, that I'm one of the least cruel demons out there. I will actually care about you, your health and your pleasure as well as mine.”
“I understand that, Master. But remember that I will take pleasure out of being treated cruelly and forced to do things against my will.”
Aoi smiled at Uruha. He could tell even without looking at his thoughts that Uruha was being honest. “Of course.” He stood up and pointed to a door to the side. “That door leads to a small corridor. On the right side is the kitchen. If you're hungry, you can eat whatever you find. If there's something you're missing, feel free to tell me. On the counter you'll also find the pills I told you about. On the left side is the bathroom. Remember to tell me when you run out of shampoo. I want you to shave at least your face and legs daily. You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. Oh, and don't even try to escape. Any questions?”
“None, Master.”
“Good night, then.”
“Good night, Master.”
Aoi ruffled Uruha's hair before he left the living room, entering his own private bedroom and changing to pyjamas. As he fell down on the bed, pulling the covers over his head, his last thought before he fell asleep was “This is going to be fun.”