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There’s a soft tapping on the window that leads into Yoshiki’s bedroom. Once, twice, three times, the taps persist. Eventually, the repetitive noise pulls the boy out from his deep slumber, though he finds it difficult to pull himself from the warmth of his bed. After managing to detangle himself from his sheets, Yoshiki rises to rub at his groggy eyes and peer out the window.
Red glares back at him.
One would usually be scared in a situation like this, but Yoshiki just rolls his eyes and opens up the window, “Hikaru,” Yoshiki rasps out, voice thick with sleep, “Whaddya doin’ here? What time is it?”
Without a response, ‘Hikaru’ climbs in through the window, Yoshiki backing up to make way for him. Whatever distance between them is quickly closed as ‘Hikaru’ crowds Yoshiki up against the wall, grabbing a hold of his hips and pressing them to the hard plaster. The sleep clouding Yoshiki’s mind is rapidly clearing, sensing something is off with his friend, but he finds himself too stunned to move.
The hands holding him at bay snake up to his belly, then further to expose his chest. Cold air causes Yoshiki’s nipples to perk up, and he can almost see the way that ‘Hikaru’s’ pupils dilate at the sight. Though it doesn’t look like ‘Hikaru’ is looking at Yoshiki, rather it seems he peers past the exposed skin, through layers of muscle and bone into his core.
His core where his soul lay, fixed beneath his heart.
Yoshiki only knows this fact because ‘Hikaru’ told him about it. Once he had confessed the knowledge as he absentmindedly circled Yoshiki’s nipple with a fingertip, having a similar look then to the one in his eyes now. The soul is a fickle thing, a light constantly flickering in a way that attracts the spirits beyond. That is why ‘Hikaru’ had laid claim on Yoshiki’s soul long ago, practically scenting it in a show of dominance to ward other spirits off. However, this means that ‘Hikaru’ has a tendency to sometimes get drunk off of that power, off of the claim that he holds over Yoshiki.
As ‘Hikaru’ takes Yoshiki’s nipple into his mouth, Yoshiki finds he’s just happy to be along for the ride. He likes to surrender, to let the monster take from him without worrying about anything but pleasure. Of course the constant worries still exist somewhere in the corner of his mind, but just for this moment in time, they can quiet. ‘Hikaru’ swirls his tongue over the bud, licking until it’s further perked. A moan is pulled from Yoshiki as a tooth scrapes over it, mewling when ‘Hikaru’ pulls himself away to sink his teeth into the flesh next to the other’s nipple. Sharp bites and purple bruises are peppered all over his pec, like ‘Hikaru’ is trying to break through the skin and consume Yoshiki’s soul raw.
That same soul almost begs to be free, pleads for ‘Hikaru’ to rip Yoshiki open with his teeth, to tear through flesh and break through bone to finally devour what is rightfully his. If given the opportunity to have Yoshiki’s soul, would ‘Hikaru’ take his time picking apart each layer into small bits and savoring the flavor, or would he swallow it in one big gulp? Would it finally make him feel complete in the way that Yoshiki knows he craves, or would it further open up the emptiness within the monster to know that he could never have that same experience again. That he would have given up Yoshiki for one good meal. But then, at least Yoshiki could know infinite peace. Maybe he could even see Hikaru again…
Sucking harshly on the skin, ‘Hikaru’ makes certain that purple and blue will bloom wherever he sets his teeth. Yoshiki is just glad that these marks can be easily hidden, it helps ease his unraveling mind. Finally, ‘Hikaru’ strips Yoshiki of his shirt, tossing it aside and trailing those kisses up his neck until their lips finally meet. The monster shoves his tongue past Yoshiki’s lips, holding him against the wall by the hips once again and thrusting his tongue into the other’s mouth. Exploring every dip in his teeth, each crevice of his cheeks, the thin skin of his gums, scraping his taste buds against Yoshiki’s own. Without having said a word to Yoshiki, ‘Hikaru’ still manages to have the boy at his surrender. Yoshiki just hangs on for the ride, stomach churning hotly as ‘Hikaru’ fucks his tongue into his mouth, thrusting so deeply that Yoshiki thinks he might choke on it.
When they finally separate, a thin string of saliva connects their lips. Once their gazes meet, ‘Hikaru’s’ eyes glow a fierce red, one that captivates Yoshiki and holds him in place. Even if he wanted to look away, even as he tries just for the sake of it, there’s no use. Yoshiki feels cold sweat bead on his hot skin, a part of him anxious at the lack of escape route should he need one.
”Don’t think about leavin’ me,” ‘Hikaru’ commands, “ya don’t get to talk all this talk about me not leavin’ you, and then think about just how you can get away from me. Yer mine.”
The monster leans in to press their foreheads together, sweat mingling until there’s no telling where ‘Hikaru’ ends and Yoshiki begins. With the predatory look that ‘Hikaru’ is sporting, it’s obvious that the lack of separation eases his wild mind just a bit. However, such ease is not what makes him loosen the grip he still has on Yoshiki’s waist, but the hardness in both of their pants does.
Snaking one hand from Yoshiki’s hip, ‘Hikaru’ presses the flat of his palm against Yoshiki’s stomach and pushes down. The pressure against Yoshiki’s pelvis has him groaning, but he’s uncertain if that was the intended effect, or if ‘Hikaru’ is feeling the bulge of the organs beneath flesh. Freeing Yoshiki’s other hip, ‘Hikaru’ unbuttons his own shirt and lets it hang open. Yoshiki watches as the split in the center of the monster’s chest cavity forms, as the line spreads up to his neck and opens up his scar.
Inky tendrils creep out from the opening, and all Yoshiki can do is watch as they descend on him. There’s a painful prodding against the bruises ‘Hikaru’ had just formed while the rest of the essence travels downward to worm its way into Yoshiki’s pants. Yoshiki can’t contain the moan that escapes him, one that is quickly swallowed by even more tendrils shove their way into his mouth and quickly make work of slicking up his throat to ease their persistent intrusion. As they start to make breathing a bit difficult, Yoshiki reflexively tries to bite down on the slick essence, but ‘Hikaru’ is quick to hook his thumb in the other’s cheek to hold his mouth opens better for the assault.
All Yoshiki can do is watch as ‘Hikaru’s’ face splits into a wicked smile, but the vision becomes distorted as Yoshiki fights to keep his eyes open once the essence makes its way into his underwear and prods at the head of his cock. It gives little kitten licks to the tip, before pressing into the slit, pushing itself into the resistance of his hole before it breaks past. It’s a completely new sensation to Yoshiki, he never could’ve imagined pleasure blossoming from inside of his cock. The tendrils pulse, thickening and thinning to keep Yoshiki spiraling. It takes all of his strength just to keep himself upright.
It’s unclear whether this is torture or a gift, but Yoshiki knows that he doesn’t have a choice in the matter either way. Really, he doesn’t only know it, he loves it.
Essence slides in and out of the opening of his cock, spilling over and pumping the outer walls of the member, as it also pushes itself further down his throat. It’s impossible to follow the path that the tendrils inside of him take, but once they reach their destination, it sends a shock through his body that forces his eyelids flying open. From the look on ‘Hikaru’s’ face, it’s obvious that he’s hit Yoshiki’s prostate. The essence continues to abuse the spot as more of it seeps out through Yoshiki’s hole, running completely through him from the top down to out the bottom. With the path marked, the tendrils inside of him start to squirm and thicken, pressing against the walls of his stomach to try to connect with ‘Hikaru’s’ touch still pressing against Yoshiki’s burning skin.
Yoshiki feels thoroughly abused and assaulted, fucked all the way out and back in again through his cock. The constant slithering and pulsing inside of him almost lacks communication with itself, never pulsing in the same place or with the same thickness. Different parts of his body are signaling to him at different times, and he feels high off of the disorientation. Whatever he has with ‘Hikaru’, well this is just further proof that it’s beyond human. This feeling, their connection, can’t be labeled, boxed in, or categorized. It simply exists outside of the confines of human language.
However, Yoshiki can confidently say he loves the way that ‘Hikaru’ makes him feel.
He loves that ‘Hikaru’ can do this, that he can fuck him senseless and thoughtless to the point where it takes hours of aftercare to recover. Not only does he love that, though, he also loves the way that ‘Hikaru’s’ own love and devotion makes him feel. The care and attention makes him feel wanted, needed, in a way that he never has felt before. It’s easy to love the rush that comes with being fucked by a monster, of it exploring each crevice of his body and wringing him out dry. It’s even easier to love the safety, warmth, and comfort that comes with being known by that same monster. Being worshipped, adored, appreciated, explored, needed, by something, or someone, that chooses Yoshiki every single time.
All of it is completely overwhelming, both the physical sensations and the emotional. Yoshiki can’t help but crumble to the ground, sliding down the wall with ‘Hikaru’ following him the whole way down. The monster keeps Yoshiki pinned against the wall, his assault not having slowed in the slightest, and all Yoshiki can do is let out each whimper, cry, and moan that spills from his mouth around the essence still fucking into him. His cock is slick and angry, begging for release with essence and globs of precome leaking out around the tendrils. ‘Hikaru’ must notice this too, and decide to be just a bit merciful, as he drags his palm down Yoshiki’s stomach to intertwine with the tendrils pumping his cock.
The heat of ‘Hikaru’s’ flesh dragging against Yoshiki’s own knocks the wind out of him instantly.
Essence pulls itself out of Yoshiki’s cock to make way for the explosion of hot come finally releasing. The tendrils inside of him still pulse, fucking through him and helping him ride out his orgasm. Through the blissful torture of every sensation making its way through Yoshiki, he finally pries his eyes open to look at ‘Hikaru’.
Oh, that’s a monster for sure.
‘Hikaru’ watches with heated eyes as Yoshiki comes in hot spurts from being fucked thoroughly, the flames of his gaze being impossible for Yoshiki to escape. The edges of his vision darken, the assault persisting even as he comes down from his orgasm, and he can barely make out ‘Hikaru’ undoing his pants. Yoshiki’s eyes roll back into his head, the essence picking up speed once again and violently pushing him back to the edge.
Heat explodes with an intensity that Yoshiki didn’t know could be reached as ‘Hikaru’ unceremoniously shoves his cock into Yoshiki’s hole, causing Yoshiki to realize that the overwhelming pleasure had been the tendrils stretching him to make way for ‘Hikaru’. The monster holds onto Yoshiki’s hips again with a bruising grip before he starts relentlessly fucking into Yoshiki’s abused hole.
”Yer so fuckin’ perfect for me, Yoshiki,” ‘Hikaru’ groans, “you’ll let me push ya as far as I want, you’d even let me break ya if I asked nice enough. So pathetic, such a slut for me aren’t ya?”
The question goes unanswered as Yoshiki is helpless to respond. Even if he could respond, there’s no use arguing with him. He knows he has no right to, not when Yoshiki let the monster into his room, uninvited, and made no effort to stop himself from being violated. Admittedly, a part of Yoshiki had hoped this is what waited for him when that red gaze met his own through the window. The loss of control is perfect for him, he shouldn’t be allowed the chance to think about it, the opportunity to say no. He would say no to everything he has ever wanted, just because he doesn’t think that he deserves it.
Burning hot seed splashes against Yoshiki’s inner walls, all but shoving him over the edge again, with ‘Hikaru’ continuing to thrust and fuck them through their shared orgasm. Their sweaty bodies slide against each other as the essence finally retracts, exiting from the same route it entered, through Yoshiki’s mouth, and back into the monster’s vessel. Once ‘Hikaru’ is put back together a bit, and it’s just them bringing each other pleasure, ‘Hikaru’ finally slows his thrusting until it eventually comes to a stop.
”I- hah- really can’t stop myself when it comes to you, huh?” ‘Hikaru’ breathes, obviously looking a bit insecure at the fact, and Yoshiki wants nothing more than to get rid of those insecurities for him.
”Never said I wanted ya to. I let you into my home, ‘member?”
”What am I, a vampire?”
All it takes is for Yoshiki to look down at his chest, which is decorated with purple teeth marks, and back up at his monster. Any tension, any doubt, any fear, is erased with the laughter and joy that follows.