[One-Shot] You Are Mine
Title: You Are Mine
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Koujaku/white!Aoba (Shiroba)
Word Count: 879
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R
Warning: bondage, blood, forced penetration, abuse, NSFW
Summary: With every heartbeat and motion of his hips, ever drop of blood that Koujaku spilled, Aoba was falling, joining his caged lover in the pits of hell.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: I just realized that I had never finished my entry for this month's mini challenge. So I hurried this piece to get it in before the 31st.
Prompt: hc_bingo : Falling, Wings ( May Mini-challenge)
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The dungeons were quiet this time of night.
Aoba trails his pale white fingers along the bars as he headed to the only cell Toue had occupied. In his free hand, the large ring of keys dangled as he hummed happily, pausing at one of the cell doors. He eyed the inmate with a devilish look, licking his lips as he found the key that opened the door.
“Koujaku…” Aoba hummed, licking his lips as he pulled his bottom lip through his teeth anxiously. He entered the cell, coming to stand near the solitary male.
He rested a hand atop the bright red hair, feeling the male respond. In less than a millisecond, Koujaku snarled awake, lunging forward, the chain holding him by the throat taunt. Aoba dropped the rings of keys to the cold floor, not that Koujaku could use them to get out… he was too far gone.
Koujaku was out for blood and it only made Aoba release a breathless wanton sigh.
“My sweet monster… shhh… I’m here,” he cooed, reaching out to stroke the frizzed hair, gazing down into soulless crimson eyes. Aoba was elated and aching between his legs for the bloodthirsty Koujaku that lashed at him with, baring long jagged fangs.
For months he’d watched his best friend fall deeper into the pit, allowing the cursed tattoo to become even more a cage than the present one. And in the same retrospect, Aoba, too, was caged in his own body. Both of them falling victims to beings far beyond their abilities to control, spiraling out of reality.
Aoba smoothed the hair down, staring at the thick cuffs that kept Koujaku’s hands crossed behind his back. In an instant of per sadistic torture, Aoba grabbed the chain dangling from his collar, tugging the snarling beast forward, “You are simply marvelous.”
Koujaku snapped, his fangs digging into his bottom lip, but he never flinched in pain. Aoba knew he was lost to the world, the demon of the tattoo was a strong entity. He laughed, enjoying as he watched Koujaku jerk and tug at his restraints.
“My how we have fallen,” he whispered, undoing his robes, dropping them to the floor, leaving him clad in his red thigh-high boots and shoulder length gloves. The red material was a strange contrast to his pale white skin. Aoba flicked his silver hair over his shoulders, knowing that Koujaku wouldn’t register his naked form standing there in front of him.
Licking his lips, Aoba crouched down on his knees to the cold floor, “Your beautiful skin is all torn and bloody.” He yanked the male forward into a ferocious kiss, that wasn’t one at all. Aoba’s bottom lip was sliced as Koujaku growled, his fang cutting the soft flesh. Aoba moaned and sunk his fingers into his hair, feeling his own cock stiffen with his arousal.
“Our freedom is gone… but it’s fine… as long as you are here…” Aoba panted, letting Koujaku tear at his flesh that protected the column of his neck. Just as Koujaku had fallen into the pits of darkness, letting the anger in his body to control him… letting Ryuuhou and his tattoo win…
Aoba allowed himself to fall right along side him, not caring if he had taken Sei’s place as Toue’s right hand minion, not even if he wasn’t the same when his Scrap powers had been activated.
He was hungry and he wanted Koujaku as the beast struggled against his chains.
“You are mine… I’ll shelter you with these torn bloody wings…” Aoba panted, and grabbed Koujaku’s cock in his free hand as he pumped him to a full erection. It was easier this way, when Aoba visited him, if Koujaku was left naked. Taking no preparation, and just wanting to feel taken and full, Aoba positioned himself in Koujaku’s lap, straddling him as Koujaku continued to buck and struggle.
Painfully, Aoba lowered himself down onto the throbbing member, biting his lip, tossing his head back in ecstasy as Koujaku’s cock pushed into him, “Nnn, Koujaku!” Taking the beast of a male to the hilt, Aoba could feel the pain as he was ripped apart from the inside.
And it was glorious.
He moaned, not caring if his blood and Koujaku’s blood mingling as he started rocking his hips, pleasure and pain stimulating him with the heady concoction. “This way, you’ll never reject me… we’re finally together…”
Koujaku finds skin and sinks his fangs into Aoba’s shoulder, causing a shuttering moan to release from pale, bloody lips. He licked at the blood and rocked his hips harder, driving towards his orgasm, “This is fine…” he panted, moaning out on a strangled breath, pale white cheeks flushed crimson, “… as long as I’m with you…”
And he was lost as he tumbled down…
With every heartbeat and motion of his hips, ever drop of blood that Koujaku spilled…
Aoba was falling… joining his caged lover in the pits of hell…
“You are mine,” he whispered, finding his release and choking back a sob of bliss. Koujaku growled, his eyes rabid as saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, mixing with the blood that was pooling around them on the floor.
“You are mine,” Aoba stroked his cheek, “You are mine.”
View Also On: AO3
Cross Posted to: hc_bingo
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Koujaku/white!Aoba (Shiroba)
Word Count: 879
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: R
Warning: bondage, blood, forced penetration, abuse, NSFW
Summary: With every heartbeat and motion of his hips, ever drop of blood that Koujaku spilled, Aoba was falling, joining his caged lover in the pits of hell.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: I just realized that I had never finished my entry for this month's mini challenge. So I hurried this piece to get it in before the 31st.
Prompt: hc_bingo : Falling, Wings ( May Mini-challenge)
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The dungeons were quiet this time of night.
Aoba trails his pale white fingers along the bars as he headed to the only cell Toue had occupied. In his free hand, the large ring of keys dangled as he hummed happily, pausing at one of the cell doors. He eyed the inmate with a devilish look, licking his lips as he found the key that opened the door.
“Koujaku…” Aoba hummed, licking his lips as he pulled his bottom lip through his teeth anxiously. He entered the cell, coming to stand near the solitary male.
He rested a hand atop the bright red hair, feeling the male respond. In less than a millisecond, Koujaku snarled awake, lunging forward, the chain holding him by the throat taunt. Aoba dropped the rings of keys to the cold floor, not that Koujaku could use them to get out… he was too far gone.
Koujaku was out for blood and it only made Aoba release a breathless wanton sigh.
“My sweet monster… shhh… I’m here,” he cooed, reaching out to stroke the frizzed hair, gazing down into soulless crimson eyes. Aoba was elated and aching between his legs for the bloodthirsty Koujaku that lashed at him with, baring long jagged fangs.
For months he’d watched his best friend fall deeper into the pit, allowing the cursed tattoo to become even more a cage than the present one. And in the same retrospect, Aoba, too, was caged in his own body. Both of them falling victims to beings far beyond their abilities to control, spiraling out of reality.
Aoba smoothed the hair down, staring at the thick cuffs that kept Koujaku’s hands crossed behind his back. In an instant of per sadistic torture, Aoba grabbed the chain dangling from his collar, tugging the snarling beast forward, “You are simply marvelous.”
Koujaku snapped, his fangs digging into his bottom lip, but he never flinched in pain. Aoba knew he was lost to the world, the demon of the tattoo was a strong entity. He laughed, enjoying as he watched Koujaku jerk and tug at his restraints.
“My how we have fallen,” he whispered, undoing his robes, dropping them to the floor, leaving him clad in his red thigh-high boots and shoulder length gloves. The red material was a strange contrast to his pale white skin. Aoba flicked his silver hair over his shoulders, knowing that Koujaku wouldn’t register his naked form standing there in front of him.
Licking his lips, Aoba crouched down on his knees to the cold floor, “Your beautiful skin is all torn and bloody.” He yanked the male forward into a ferocious kiss, that wasn’t one at all. Aoba’s bottom lip was sliced as Koujaku growled, his fang cutting the soft flesh. Aoba moaned and sunk his fingers into his hair, feeling his own cock stiffen with his arousal.
“Our freedom is gone… but it’s fine… as long as you are here…” Aoba panted, letting Koujaku tear at his flesh that protected the column of his neck. Just as Koujaku had fallen into the pits of darkness, letting the anger in his body to control him… letting Ryuuhou and his tattoo win…
Aoba allowed himself to fall right along side him, not caring if he had taken Sei’s place as Toue’s right hand minion, not even if he wasn’t the same when his Scrap powers had been activated.
He was hungry and he wanted Koujaku as the beast struggled against his chains.
“You are mine… I’ll shelter you with these torn bloody wings…” Aoba panted, and grabbed Koujaku’s cock in his free hand as he pumped him to a full erection. It was easier this way, when Aoba visited him, if Koujaku was left naked. Taking no preparation, and just wanting to feel taken and full, Aoba positioned himself in Koujaku’s lap, straddling him as Koujaku continued to buck and struggle.
Painfully, Aoba lowered himself down onto the throbbing member, biting his lip, tossing his head back in ecstasy as Koujaku’s cock pushed into him, “Nnn, Koujaku!” Taking the beast of a male to the hilt, Aoba could feel the pain as he was ripped apart from the inside.
And it was glorious.
He moaned, not caring if his blood and Koujaku’s blood mingling as he started rocking his hips, pleasure and pain stimulating him with the heady concoction. “This way, you’ll never reject me… we’re finally together…”
Koujaku finds skin and sinks his fangs into Aoba’s shoulder, causing a shuttering moan to release from pale, bloody lips. He licked at the blood and rocked his hips harder, driving towards his orgasm, “This is fine…” he panted, moaning out on a strangled breath, pale white cheeks flushed crimson, “… as long as I’m with you…”
And he was lost as he tumbled down…
With every heartbeat and motion of his hips, ever drop of blood that Koujaku spilled…
Aoba was falling… joining his caged lover in the pits of hell…
“You are mine,” he whispered, finding his release and choking back a sob of bliss. Koujaku growled, his eyes rabid as saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, mixing with the blood that was pooling around them on the floor.
“You are mine,” Aoba stroked his cheek, “You are mine.”
View Also On: AO3
Cross Posted to: hc_bingo